The shelves there cluttered, full from end to end
Shadow boxes displaying stacked vignettes
The abstract contents start to fade and blend
Abandoned volumes we, in Time, forget
A cabinet untouched and locked will seem
A treasure, if the key is never found
Of Discovery the mind loves to dream
And will ponder its sight, its taste, its sound
Sometimes I wish there was indeed no key
No way to confirm the inside mundane
Just wonderful wondering-- reverie
No memories, disappointments, or pain
It is in our nature-- the need to know
Curiosity leads us. And we go.
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