There are things you just don't do
Little boundaries you take note of even when waving away others
States of mind you just don't want to reach
Questions you don't want asked
Cold mornings you don't want to face.
 
There are times when you know you're headed for a mistake
And instead of heading to it anyway, the classic disaster,
You make a pass on this story
Close the door on it, nobody wants to hear that again
Not after everyone's been there.
 
It's not even obedience
To discipline, to orders, to anything
It's not even fear
Of what's beyond the wooded path
It's your gut, it's your heart, it's your brain
Saying 'no' in unison.