By Madeline Federle ‘19
Staff Writer
Reminisce on what it was to be happy,
when the world was a game.
Imagination ran farther than the rules.
Innocence was known in solitude,
hate was still hidden.
But our faces grew,
curiosity grabbed tightly.
Brains began to unravel.
Our steps took us a little farther.
The sun seemed a little dimmer,
the stars more distant than ever.
Curiosity will kill us.
Our minds became apparent to truth,
our hearts to misery and sorrow.
Knowledge is truth, truth is reality.
Curiosity has truly killed us,
who is to say being dead isn’t any fun?
