Hi my name is
And you?
Who cares?
When all I crave
And hopefully all you demand,
Is to see
In the entirety of form
In the impassivity of action
In the passion of voice
In the frustration in a red-faced
Tantrum
An explosion of natural curiosity

Explain to me what you believe
And why you no longer believe
What you did just a second ago
Show me the change
In your skeptical ways
And cynical tendencies
Tell me why I’m wrong
And then allow me the privilege
Of debate and dispute

Truth cannot be absolute
In a sea of change
On a planet of alleged falsities
So I ask, what could be ultimate truth
When right and wrong can be compromised
As long as “desperation” is declared
In a place of time
That will change as swiftly as the breeze

My existence is questionable
So is his, so is hers
So is yours
And too seldom certain
Though arrogance of truth
Confidence in persona
Stagnant sense of self and surrounding
Make for a fantastic façade

Yet, despite this pretense,
Veneer, or masquerade,
Depending on your taste,
One anomaly remains.
The inherent spirit of inquiry
Cannot be smothered nor veiled.
Thus curiosity remains
Within you
Within me