The boy who explores


Like a boy who explores,
I am never satisfied.
Once I looked inside something happened;
The exploration became my satisfaction.
My days of boredom have come to halt.
For there is nothing boring about this new life.
This new life I cry that I must sleep.
I don’t want to close my eyes anymore.
They stay open but never dry up.
There are lessons we learn as children,
that didn't make sense at the time.
I want an explanation, who will give it?
Even with one I still wouldn’t listen.
“You’ll have to learn the hard way,” my father says.
But what he didn’t know is that it isn’t hard.
It’s exciting.
So like a boy who explores,
I am never satisfied.

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