The games we play as children that
fill us with wonder and joy,
The stares and smiles of our counterparts that
touch upon us in our most vivid dreams,
All pale in comparison and cower in diminution,
at that never-ending passion of knowing.
For there is no greater poverty than conserved ignorance,
one might as well never be born were they be cursed with having no sense of wonder,
the life-imbibing desire that never departs,
and maintains us aching for existence.