Lately I've been wondering
If the truth is really worth it
If my curiosity really paid off

Was it better to be innocent
Or to be informed?

But I've realized something:

No matter what I find out
Wether knowing was really worth it in the end
I still try to find out

Even knowing
That my curiosity has revealed
Things I didn't always like
I still find myself
Snooping and digging around
Again and again
Success or failure
Answer or only uncertainty
I keep finding myself trying again

Because my curiosity
Is instinctual
And for better or worse
I can only be
A curious little cat