Curiosity

What happens when curiosity gets a hold of me?
 
Thoughts churn and swell in a deep well connected to the sea.
 
Can the rhythm of a song take me somewhere I don’t know?
 
Can a touch illicit emotion deep below?
 
If I close my eyes, where will I be?
 
It’s a dark tumble into my own insanity.
 
Would I follow the silly rabbit with a bow?
 
Or would the hatter keep me down below?
 
A picnic table set for three.
 
I’ll move on, not for me.
 
A road of gold should I follow?
 
A land beyond not a hollow.
 
Little wisps of fire and flame,
 
Calls to me, by my name.
 
I Open my eyes, and I return.
 
To a land of forget-me-nots,
 
And a castle that burns.
 
Curiosity is like a Cheshire's cat.
 
Curiosity wears a wizard's hat.
 
Curiosity led me to write this poem.
 
It’s a fickle thing and needs to stay home.