Decisions, Decisions

Decisions, Decisions.

Follow your heart, I've always been told.
So often it's getting old.
Follow your instinct, or so they say.
It's  wiser than your heart, any day.
But what should I think? They both sound
of logic. When that question comes,
I just try to dodge it.

My heart may be tattered, and even
worn and battered. But it's got quite
a worth, I've had it since birth. It's helped
me along, without it I'd be gone. Quite
the smart choice, it seems to me.
But my heart's not all there is to see!

Instinct, is usefull- without it I'd be dead.
I think, for it, there's lots to be said.
But for now, I'll just say, it seems to be
a most logical way.

But now is the time to decide, I can no
longer run and hide. I must once and
for all choose,

My heart or my instincts, which should I choose?
The decision...

Is entirely up to you.