It is not wonder, nor is it awe,
The draw is light until close,
There is danger, it is more raw.
Closer, closer until you are lost.

In the delight of your new found curiosity.

Peaks your interest, seems harmless enough,
You are an adult and can manage this stuff,
After all life is too short and yours too rough,
It has your attention now you want learn more.

About your curiosity quest.  

You can no longer see what is behind your time and energy spent,
Your thirst and taste demands more sensations and less of self-control,
You had discipline once, in that foggy past, but cannot see where it went.
All else seems trivial now, and takes minutes away, hours as well.

You are enjoying your self.
Curious, why it took so long to,
find what you have always,
been looking for.

Maybe your friends will join you,
if they understand.  But if they don't
new friends will come along, it is
in the plan.

Curious first steps of trial and err.
You'll be so far gone, blind-sided,
There won't be alarms or despair,
struck to the quick, your heart may break,
that comes much later, so beware.
You may feel sick.

You will find that there is no escape and no way out,
you'll have lost interest in all else.
But what you don't see, watches you.
Curiously you stay.
And you stay.
Curious.