I’m infinitely curious but equally breakable

Too soft to bury a truth unmistakable

So I search for the truth but then swaddle a lie

Why stare into hell when you could hide in the sky?

My faith is a phone I dropped down the gutter

When clarity honks my exhaust pipes sputter

Burrowing as deep in the sand as the buildings are tall

Seeing everything demands feeling nothing at all

So I plead with the concerte at discovery’s end

Spray graffiti to persuade the cement to bend

But all that echos is a warning from innocence’s ghost:

“Those who question the least are content with the most”

My curiosity’s quest was to uncover the light

But it’s unsafe to walk home starless at night

Turns out reality is harder to face than to find

God bless the power of a euthanized mind