that little nagging voice

so yeah, sometimes there is this little nagging voice {Spanish "little" -- often used as hyperbole}
so this little voice just keeps nagging me with its "yes yes yes"
and, well, add to that the voice of the body--not to mention the heart
but reason and logic kick in and say, "look at the evidence before you"
and the fantasy fades ...
some understanding has been gained--or maybe just a perspective
and ultimately, it is my happiness I have to seek
some observations have been made by less than casual observers
and I think, "yeah, fuck it, why not!!??"
but it's hard to ignore and let go of evidence and experience
and words spoken

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