It’s so obscure and even harder to define,
Yet its taunting echo leaves us walking a fine line,
It helps to shape our lives,
Although it seldom complains or cries,
Questions are placed before its beckoning ears,
It gives us assurance and helps ease our fears,
No one has ever seen it or can prove it does exist,
Yet it has credibility even after we desist,
It never takes breaks or goes on vacation,
However it never tires and is ready with determination,
There are days when our lives are filled with strife,
A wise council it guides us through life,
Our emotions sometimes run high when we are confused and in a bind,
We channel its wisdom to help us diffuse and unwind,
Sometimes it begs us to think twice before acting impulsively,
But our unyielding ways drive us to act compulsively,
This is a delicate balancing act like standing on the surface of a dime,
Perhaps it will be a never ending battle till the end of time,
Yet undoubtedly it lives within us inextricably intertwined,
Alas the conscience speaks some reassuring words  just in the nick of time.

By: Pat Argiro ©