Curiosity Killed The Cat
I am hopeful and curious.
I wonder how the city inside me was built.
I hear the moonlit serenades of toads,
and it reminds me of home.
I see the dew drop diamonds on the grass.
I want to know what it is like to live.
I am hopeful and curious.
I pretend to understand things I have never known.
I feel awe as the snowflakes melt in my hand,
and it reminds me of places I will go.
I touch blankets of soft silk on the ground.
I worry I will never reach my destination.
I cry out the mistakes I have made.
I am curious and hopeful.
I understand the importance of respect.
I say I will surpass expectations.
I dream of far off places.
I try to touch the constellations.
I hope I will not burn.
I am curiously hopeful.
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