The Inner Judge Poem by Michael McCoy wilson

Caution bids on its own side
The other dictates from behind
It’s abstract in human beings alike
And peculiar to things that we learn
We carry them around in garbage cans
From grass to grace, then to the ground
The outside gives a different sign
And the inner tells another plan
Either it is good or it is bad
We can neither run nor hide

(30th October, '11.)