How do you define something that always escapes us,
Something which we sense only by virtue of its anticipation?
Curiosity (at times),
Turns out to be nothing but a tale
Waiting to be deciphered and interpreted
In a new way each time
For without the other, neither could exist.
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 11:14 PM UTC
How do you define something that always escapes us,
Something which we sense only by virtue of its anticipation?
Curiosity (at times),
Turns out to be nothing but a tale
Waiting to be deciphered and interpreted
In a new way each time
For without the other, neither could exist.
Request permission to use this poem