If I could bask today in the ignorance of the sun, would I let it burn my skin?
Because tomorrow could bring a cancerous wave that just might **** the curiosity.

If I could wash and wade in the oblivion of the ocean, would I let it pull me in?
For tomorrow could bring a laundering wave that just might save the day.
Or tomorrow could bring a compelling wave that just might **** the curiosity.

If I could be sedated by the serenade of the thunder, would I gently fall asleep?
Or would I have find 10,000 ways to laugh myself to sleep?
Would I have to face 10,000 ways to intentionally **** the curiosity?