"The thirst of my soul.”

In the realm of the quizzing mind,
where thoughts roam free,
A precious gift resides, waiting to be seen,
The gift of curiosity, a treasure so fine,
A toy that engages, and sets our souls aglow.

In this realm of thought, where creative ideas roam free,
A curious mind is the greatest gift to be,
For it’s the key that unlocks the doors of discovery,
And sets the heart aflame with wonder and mystery.

Our innate curiosity, is a burning ember,
That longs to venture beyond the boundaries of our shelter,
And the thrill of the unknown, is a mermaids siren song,
Beckons us to leave the safety of our home.

In the depths of our souls, a fire burns bright,
A flame that flickers with a restless light,
A hunger to explore, to seek and find,
A longing to escape the mundane mind.

The unknown, a siren's sweet refrain,
Lures us with promises of adventure and gain,
A chance to leave our sheltered lives behind,
And dance with danger, where the wild winds find.

But safety, a comforting embrace,
A haven from the trials of the human race,
A place to rest, to dream, to heal,
A shelter from the world's unkind reveal.

With this gift, we...