Once I was 6 years old
My papa told me
"Be curious and question
Nothing is meant to just be"
And so I questioned
Everything that I came upon
But nobody knew the answers
And I just got completely lost
But still I dived deep
Creating confusion
My curious being
Started living in a maze of questions
Whatever was said
Were broken bits
It didn't make sense
Knowledge became unfit
Maybe people didn't know
Maybe they never thought so
But they seemed content
With everything that was written
What? Why? How?
My papa said,
"Minds have become a pretense"