A whispering voice from deep within, A gentle push from inside the core. Not always ready for what's new, We search for reasons why we're pushed for more. We dismiss the voice and turn away, Not listening to the options it gives. We look outside to drown the sound, Not knowing it offers more ways to live. It speaks to us on various days, Though we don't always make room for the voice. It persists and showers its care, That gentle push that leads to good choices.