I'm curious.
That's who I am.
I get into
Cuboards,
Boxes,
Rooms.
There is no limit,
To where I can go.
A simple leaf,
With a strange color.
A dragonfly,
Bright red.
A rock,
With something shiny.
I am curious.
But,
I suppose you are too.
Looking at the strange.
Searching for the impossible.
I'm even curious,
About you.
Do you strive for the impossible?
Or do you only travel,
Where your eyes can see.
I am curious,
That's who I am.
And curiosity killed the cat.
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Poems I Think?
RandomA small book of pieces, that I don't knkw if they'd classify as poems. I'll write them to what I'm feeling, and they're all real. "If you judge a fish on it's ability to climb a tree, it will live the rest of it's life feeling stupid." Albert Einst...
