Curiosity is an oddity
To desire to know
A gift and a curse
One may willingly bestow
And to touch the knowledge of death
May it's satisfaction bring about life
May no mind in love with knowledge
Be killed off, in the name of strife
Curiosity, a game to behold as true
Authentic in its nature
But to be sure, that's not entirely true
Like a tree, like love, it has many branches
As each branch forms a full tree
Curiosity could be built on fear
Or the lust to unravel the mystery
And not always the one who is curious satisfied
Maybe they come out taller than they once were
A gem in itself, a miracle
Allowed a story untold before to occur