Curiosity
Here's to the moorless musings
Not everyone finds
A reason
A tether
A hope
Or some grand sign to stay.
Sometimes the only thing keeping me here
Is the fact that I still can’t spell mischivious
Mischeevyous
Meschevious
And I get distracted from the spiral
Long enough to google my next
Insignificant pondering.
The same curiosity they say
killed the cat
is what has brought me back.
Here’s to the insignificant ponderings,
Here’s to the moorless musings,
Here’s to the ones who can’t leave
Until they know.
Because how can I give up,
when I still don’t know what my favorite food is?
or if elephants are actually scared of mice?
or if you can really slip on a banana peel?
or what the sunset will look like tomorrow?
Sometimes all it takes,
is a little wonder, and a little bravery,
to find the path again.
Keep asking, keep searching, keep wondering,
And, along the way, you’ll find
the courage to be curious
About the Creator
M. A. Mehan
"It simply isn't an adventure worth telling if there aren't any dragons." ~ J. R. R. Tolkien
storyteller // vampire // arizona desert rat
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The chipped stone slope caused unbearable footing. I slid, skirting on my heels. I cast my shield, relinquishing my guard to stay upright. Left with my double-edge and a prayer to the maker, I skated toward my objective. The earthly stubble gave way to solid ground. I found myself restored, a trail of dust in my wake.
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And you will eventually break free from the shackles of the past. Yesterday's rain won't wet you today, and the rising sun will eventually shine upon the land you have trodden on. Life should be free. Go with joy and return with satisfaction. We believe in the soul and blood, and the will of freedom never fades.
Yes. I loved this. Sometimes, you just have to be.