After the first ache
I thought it was done
It kept asking for more.
It sought to find what it desperately desired
It jumped
It sank
It pounded
It dropped
It skipped
many
many
times.
Though it looked
But never found;
It always had its chambers open.
Anticipation keeps it alive,
Curiosity keeps it going,
And its foolish
Innocent nature
Makes it cease
To ever learn

This poem was written/submitted by Melissa Michelle.