I was born a wonderer.
Curiosity always got the better of me.
And questions about everything I see, feel, touch, hear, smell and taste cannot stop running through my mind.
Even in my deepest sleep.
I tell myself, “Quit thinking too much!”
But to no avail does my inquisitive soul adhere.
I’m going to go insane if you take this pen away from me.
I need to get all these thoughts out in black and white.
Give back the pen or receive all these inner turmoil in its tangible form.
Don’t think too much!
That I just cannot stop doing!