did I

What gives, what helps the Intuition I'll know

I won't have to be shown the way home

And it's not about a boy, although

They can lead you

Hide or reveal too a destination known

Only by the one whose fate is overgrown

Piecemeal could break your home and have

A love is not complete with only heat

They can tease you break or complete you

And in came a heatwave A merciful save

You choose, you chose Poetry over prose

A map is more unreal than where you've been

Or how you feel and it's impossible to tell

How important something was

And what you might have missed out on

And how it might have changed it all

Did I, did IDid I, did IDid I, did I