Why not is it curiousity I feel
When rhytmic sound that I know real
Has beats coming from within its core
That can fill my soul like none before.

I tried to hear what it's potential is
And listen for sounds it craves to give
To the ears that listen with ample skill
That find it's meaning, it's purpose, a thrill.

But the reasons I have to close my ears
And hide away with all my fallible fears
From all that offers satisfaction to me
Is the water that puts out the flames of curiousity.