At the dawn of another year, a realm of silence within me has stretched too far
Perhaps, within this newly birthed cycle
A spark of intellectual curiosity will ignite
To be curious is to open the door to a thrilling exploration
A promise of a wild exhilaration that could stir the soul from its nocturnal slumber
Breathing life into the stillness of the night
What, then, is the core of this awakening
The chains that once bound me
Now glimpsed as a child's spinning top teetering on the brink of the countertop
A moment suspended, a breath held
Yet oddly liberated
To be curious is to open the door to a thrilling exploration
A promise of a wild exhilaration that could stir the soul from its nocturnal slumber
Breathing life into the stillness of the night
This fleeting dance between being and non-being is starkly apparent
A vivid display of the transient
To be curious is to open the door to a thrilling exploration
A promise of a wild exhilaration that could stir the soul from its nocturnal slumber
Breathing life into the stillness of the night
Yet, the struggle persists
A desire to unveil my essence to the world
To show the depths of who I am my very being, ephemeral, slipping through my fingers like desiccated dust
It's a perpetual renewal
The shedding and rebirth of self
To be curious is to open the door to a thrilling exploration
A promise of a wild exhilaration that could stir the soul from its nocturnal slumber
Breathing life into the stillness of the night
Breathing life, shedding and rebirth of self
Breathing life, shedding and rebirth of self