freedom of thought and its expression

Tuesday, December 26, 2006


Oh, what is this thing,
Called curiosity?
The more I look,
The less I see.

The more I listen,
The less I hear.
The more I comprehend,
The less it's clear.

The more I remember,
The more I forget.
The harder I try,
The lesser I get.

Why curiosity?
Why try?
The more I live,
The more I die.

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