Following the Pull

I never ask, I just move. Something guides, I follow through.

I feel the pull, is this a sign? Take the hit,

what will I find? I feel the signs, don't understand.

Nothing spoken, just guiding hands. Could be nothing, could be me. I can't ignore,

I have to see. Another turn seems to imply. I haven't chosen,

but I comply. Is this a pattern? Just follow through. I go by

faith, do what I do. I don't resist, I don't decide.

Something shifts, and I abide. Nothing clear, just mystery. Magnetic force