Isn’t it Interesting

Isn’t it interesting,

That I always sought answers,

Yet I kept them away from myself?

Locked it in a cage,

But pleaded it to open,

While holding the key.

Isn’t it interesting,

That I always had pride,

In things others helped me do?

Never thinking for a second,

That it wasn’t only what I did,

But rather some of what they did.

Isn’t it interesting,

That this all,

Happens to you too?