The curiosity poem

My curiosity is made of-
intriguing animals never seen before,
the tip of your finger scratching your chin,
what treasure trespass at the end of the rainbow,
the pondering possibility of lifeforms on other planets.

I found it-
downing at the bottom of the Pacific Ocean,
Cramped in the shed with endless possibility’s
of toys inside,
the chance of getting max scores on Sats.

My curiosity can-
lead to an everlasting adventure,
It can uncover secret tombs and buried treasure,
It can discover abandoned cities and David’s hair. (Which is a joke)

If lost-
reality would end and planets
would crumble before you