They say if you go looking
Be prepared for what you may find.
Disclosure to Ignorance is as Sight to the Blind.
Be prepared, you may just despise what’s on the other side
Selfish curiosity turned slave to momentary pride.
Many know that melancholy can be oddly pleasurable.
Emotional extremities euphoria made immeasurable
Tethering on the edge of intrigue and it’s addictive
My curiosity finds it’s way back rather vindictive.
Disrupted hypothalamus, now how do I trust
I have a habit of prying my eyes open even when they’re not shut.
Extending myself, tearing through thresholds to see if new ones emerge.
The masochist in me says submit to every urge.
Usually I resist but in my moments of weakness
I’m left looking at the monster I’ve willed into existence
The thoughts go everywhere. Fugitives I’ll never find
Such an ugly use of an otherwise beautiful mind.
Call it brutal imagination. I still wonder why we do this.
In the ebb and flow of life
Some things remain superfluous
All I can do is wake up, make a change
See if I feel a difference
I’ve outgrown the myth of the Path of Least Resistance.
The sleep of reason doesn’t care either way,
So I soldier on in the dawn of a new day.
nadiajosephine 