Curiosity

A fascinating reality my soul seems to dig up from the valley of the desire to know – The obsession of inquisitiveness: How that all things are segregated by the malleable wall of curiosity There is a fraction of things in the world labeled all over with “stop” My heart must no longer crave Or seek to understand; Oh son of man, flee for your life ‘Twas curiosity that killed the cat But you say, how about these? Can my thirst, not some answers get? Oh really, my friend: take a step or two but not three Lest you weary your spirit And curiosity may just kill the cat The earth in its fullness perhaps leaves us some choice Only look around with a bigger lens and you would stumble on such entities where questions can spread some more For curiosity may never kill this cat I consider thy works O lord of the universe And behold, an unraveling: The clinging of the discerning to what must be searched out Yea, curiosity will never kill this cat So, learn the meaning thereof and follow the path of the elders For there are ways that seem right Indeed some are; but some are not And others ask for caution So go with wisdom on the path of curiosity