Instincts tell me

Where to go

What to do

When to hide

And when to abide

When to right

When to kill

Not that I do that still

When to work

When to sleep

What feelings to allow to seep

To show

To smear

To lock away

And what exactly to say

When to help

When to ignore

Whether or not to allow things to become a bore

When to kick

When to cry

and when to sigh

When to hug

Or what hole to be dug

Instincts keep me alive

I'm not sure why

But I have yet to die