Intuitiano

(in-too-ish-ee-yah-no)

Once, there was a small town,

Intuitiano,

Which was very simple. 

People lived by their will,

By what drove them to act,

And they lived peacefully.

A young woman was once

Robbed near her family,

And nobody said shit.

You see the town just lived,

Day in, day out, it lived,

On intuition.

And intuition,

Called for continuous

Existence. No matter (what). 

So she went on living,

Without her precious things,

But her instinct was hurt.

Nobody seemed to care,

Nor did she want them to,

She was simply puzzled.

Then a strange man arrived,

He was not from the town,

And he brought her things back.

"Why did you steal from me?"

Asked the young woman.

She was a bit confused.

He said: "It was a test.

I wanted you angry.

You people need to wake."

She replied: "That we are.

Awake for tomorrow.

Asleep for yesterday."

Him: "But what about rules?

And what about having 

The freedom to break them?"

Her: "The only freedom

Is that which is among

Those who saw you become."

Him: "But they shall change too.

So why risk complying?

You are much more than that."

Her: "I am only me.

We are us. You are you.

Godspeed, or join me here."

And thus was the story,

Intuitiano. 

The town grew to be big.