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Living Without Curiosity

How can anyone grow to know,
More than they do about life?
Without adventuring to explore.
Or be curious to ask questions.

Some will sit,
Through an opportunity...
To experience having a learning process.
As if being in the presence is enough,
That will get them to absorb...
A knowledge and wisdom to obtain.

'I apologize for interrupting.
And I didn't want to appear stupid,
For asking a question...
Some would think I should know.
But can you tell me...
Where is this bus going?'

'No problem.
And no question is stupid.
Stop thinking that way.
What is your question?'

Since the bus driver didn't seem to know.
Is this the bus I take to the mall?
The bus driver told me no.
But I was told it was the right bus to take.'

'Who told you that?'

'Someone I stopped at a traffic light.
Before they drove off.
So I told the bus driver.
And he told me he was not hired,
To help me use my own mind.
I mean...
What kind of way is that to respond?'

'For the first time in a long while,
I wish I could say...
I was a drug addiction.
And too high to understand.
To then say...
You need to get out more.
Maybe walk around?
Remember when I said,
No question is stupid?'

Yes, I remember.'

'I forgot to add...
It is not the question that is stupid.
Sometimes people are misunderstanding,
How to ask themselves...
What it is they want to hear,
When they have misunderstood...
Their own questions to ask.'

Thank you.
Maybe it wasn't the mall I wanted to go,
Perhaps I should follow you.
To help me become more focused.'

I recommend you ask the bus driver,
To open the door...
While the bus is still moving.
And pretend you have a parachute,
Strapped to your back.
Count to 10 before pulling the string,
That opens the chute.'

'That's stupid.
You drug addicts should not be allowed,
To mess up your minds like that.
Suppose I did that to believe you.
You would feel sad wouldn't you?'

'I'm waiting for you to make me scream...
To hopefully have the bus driver,
Request me to get off.'

Please do.
I've been listening to you.
Not to be rude,
But you have got to be on some powerful...
Mind altering medications.
Listening to you talk to yourself,
Has left most of us riders waiting...
For the bus driver to stop the bus.
If he can stop laughing.*

About this poem

Sometimes and in these times, so difficult it is to tell who is and who is not losing it! Or...have lost it purposely. What had been thought 'normal' behavior, is no longer easy to define normality anymore. GOD definitely has got to have a sense of humor.

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Submitted by lpahtillah on November 23, 2021

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