Intuitive.
Fixed to the hip,
Like a limb that exists.
And not wasted in debate,
Is any time to nonsense to give.
Not when a feeling like this persists.

One knows they have a purpose,
With little effort with a guessing to expose.
One knows as this purpose continues to grow.

Intuitive?
To do what one is born to do,
And knows?
Is more like a duty imposed at birth.
A duty to do to get done to not refuse,
To excuse its presence or ignore.

Lawrence S. Pertillar

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-duty-to-do-to-get-done/