There's a void between static and progress
That we're always trying so hard to fill
We move back and forth between hope
And despair that we never quite will
Some constantly quest after happy
Some settle just short of content
Some restlessly feel they must wander
Some, mindless, will go where their sent
It's hard to harness or describe
The things that make us all a tribe
Such a blend of contradictions
Half told truths; full fledged fictions
Makes us anything but humdrum
Puts us in a rare conundrum
Hard to imagine there could ever be
A thing as curious as you and me
There's a world around filled with abundance
But we let scarcity poison our thoughts
There's an infinite buffet of freedom
But we snack from the should and the oughts
Some desperately seek out the novel
Some jealously gather their stuff
Some study the new ways to make do
Some wonder how much is enough
Some might say it's just one great big phylum
While others say some strange asylum
Such a blend of contradictions
Half told truths; full fledged fictions
Makes us anything but humdrum
Puts us in a rare conundrum
Hard to imagine there could ever be
A thing as curious as you and me
A thing as curious as you and me