There is something about,
Curiosity to have it.
That begins to never end.
With questions to ask,
To seem to go unanswered.
Without more questions to follow.
Or satisfies whomever,
May ask others over and over again.
Curiosity to have it,
Is more expected from a child.
And yet there are many adults,
Who have spent their lives isolated.
Depending upon assumptions.
Only to find what had been assumed,
Impossible to believe...
Had nothing to do with 'their' reality.
But yet and still people like this will argue,
About experiences they claim to have had.
Done to delude the truth.
Shown and to prove,
Of having had no curiosity about life at all.
"You can't tell me,
What it is I know and don't! "
-I know.
And I'm willing to bet,
I am neither the first or the last...
To hear that from you told.-
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem