Inquisition of Curiosity

In a land where questions sprout like weeds,
And every thought becomes a quest for leads,
“Why is the sky blue?” “What makes it rain?”
A chorus of queries—delight or bane?

With furrowed brows and lips pursed tight,
We ponder life's mysteries late into the night.
“How deep's the ocean?” “What’s love’s true guise?”
Each answer we seek just fuels more whys.

Oh! The ceaseless cycle spins on its wheel,
Like children in circles with endless appeal;
“Where do we go when we say goodbye?”
The answers are countless—so why even try?

In meetings and gatherings, they spring forth anew,
Questions like popcorn—pop! Pop! Pop!—it’s true!
“Did you hear about Tim? Is he still in that jam?”
As if life were a puzzle and each clue is a sham.

Yet wisdom they say lies not in the ask,
But in learning to breathe under burdensome masks.
So while I applaud all inquisitive minds,
I yearn for a moment when silence unwinds.

So hush now dear friends, let’s savor the pause;
Not every conundrum deserves such applause.
For sometimes in quietude wisdom will rise—
Less asking may lead to more brilliant replies.