Life for the inquisitive

A poem about the struggles of an inquisitive mind.

Life for the Inquisitive

Entered without choice, enslaved by demand
A fairytale you're told, by the elders at hand
Wisdom they lack, fault not of theirs
The world is as it seems, from the lenses they bear

Curiosity in the young, is abundant you see
The apathy that follows, simply wasn't meant to be
Stripped from their grasp, the lucky few hold on
They carry into adulthood, something now wrong

There is a confusion inside, felt by everyone
Some choose to mask it, others even run
Then there's us few, that refuse to let go
Trying to scale Everest, neck deep in snow

The summit we don't see, but believe to exist
This knowledge funds our journey, it helps us persist
Wisdom will come, as time keeps on passing
Hold tight my brothers, totality, is everlasting.