His words oft caused thoughts
to stick like splinters;
under tips of tapping fingers
that linger,
on wooden desktops.
Peel away the veneer.
Discover what lies under the surface,
dear.
Freshly infected questions
burn with curiosity
from within;
the desire for answers sears
just beneath the skin.
Let the heat from these tiny fires
radiate,
satiate the mental appetite.
Fight the sloth named
"I don't care",
cross boundaries.
Fortune & knowledge favor those
bold enough to dare.
So dare to dream,
for in the realm of possibilities,
nothing is as it seems.
c.marie
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