Curious

A mind that's open is a mind that searches.

It's scared, yes, but there is something

About that horizon that beguiles it:

- Look at me. Come to me. Be part of me.

And the mind thinks:

What is there, there? Who is there, there?

Beyond, what will I see?

I must try...

And so that mind reaches

With brightness as its target -

The light, the light! The star so bright! -

And the hope of the company

Of stimulating knowledge

In the presence of those who glow...

But with eyes on the prize

And its warmth and its surety,

The distractions of the vapid

Trip like jungle vines.

Whoops! There it goes!

Mind! Mind!

Straight down the rabbithole

Down, down, down.

And the mind is lost

At the bottom of a hole

Bogged down, helpless

Like a cat in a well, yowling.

And slowly, slowly, the darkness encroaches,

And slowly, slowly, the mind retreats,

And slowly, slowly, the light is no more.

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