I often wonder, do you not?
The many things... the everything
Even the least to spare a thought
I wanna know what it means
The something out there
What be the reason for it?
I thought and I care
Simply something I need
Ever wonder why?
Is it curiosity you have forgotten?
A little yet so much to try
Is it not something more you want smitten?
And I try the ‘disinterest’ for a while
Disregarding things I come to know
Yet my mind stacks but folders to pile
If not, for only myself to show
Do I wonder... for a thought
The many things... if nothing
Haven’t you... do you not?
Wanting to know what it means?