Instinct Gradually Takes Us Over

Instinct gradually takes us over, Our dealings with others; too many times We found ourselves running for cover Gave too much info; it's forever there Circling our heads in the gossiping air: Feels like a future reprimand; Wish you could remove it, sleight-of-hand Only later, you realized your mistake Telling too much; and the others take The worst of all possible explanations Because you gushed, sans hesitation. They projected their lives, over careless lies Then the insult falls on their thin hides Stares at us from their wounded eyes A little extra knowledge comes back to haunt: It waves at you, like a secret taunt- The older I get, the less I say; And then there's much less hell to pay.