Following It

People walking through their day
A snippet of conversation
Music playing in the background
A lyric stuck in your head
You carry it with you
Like a shiny golden thing
It lives inside you
And all around you
No one can see it
You never talk about it
But yet, it defines you
Could you even describe it
If you wanted to?
Probably not
It's not a voice, not a feeling
Not a belief or a set of rules
Maybe you could call it
Your soul
It will lead you
If you let it