Make me Curious
Make me curious.
Don’t bore me with your perfections.
Tell me about your scars.
How far did you travel to see what lies in your backyard?
Why is right now wrong?
Touch me like never before.
Symmetry is overrated.
Tell me about the missing tile
And while you’re at it, make me question.
Awaken my senses to what lies beyond.
As long as I’m curious I’m alive.
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