Curiosity

Explain to me something,
Something I can't understand.
Why can't I see what you see,
But what you can't I can?

And what makes us so different?
Why aren't we the same?
How was it decided-
The way we were made?

About this plan made for each of us,
With which we are a perfect fit,
Was it made for us?
Or were we made for it?

Where does talent come from, anyway?
And how are brilliant thoughts conceived?
What are feelings, really?
And what separates our wants from our needs?

Why do we have curiosity,
A thirst never to be quenched?
It's a gift and a curse,
But which more so describes it?

Why are there some things with will never know,
Tormenting as it is?
Why can't we be aware of everything,
Instead of kept in the dark like this?

Why?