Curiosity

Circumnavigation is the rule of the game
for all succumb to the circle, eventually.
Some fly, some crawl,
others crawl only to fly,
but all are making their rounds this time.
And other times will ebb and flow
in the near infinite plain we all walk.
It is what's beyond this plain,
the great unknown,
that we not only ponder, but often
argue about and destroy others
while defending precious hypotheses.
This curiosity affects all,
from drifting rocks on arid plains,
to lightning strikes and hurricanes,
to the obvious scholar behind a book,
to the more obscure babbling brook.
From the delicate airborne fruits,
to the ravenous and thirsty tree roots,
to cats that can't seem to help themselves,
to all the unread words kept on dusty shelves.
Knowledge is a vibrant word
that is the sweet nectar to our wavering minds.
Wholly satisfying is it when new,
greatly taken for granted when old,
and always forgotten to only become
ever-satisfying once again.
Though some have seemed to have had their fill,
others desperately seek it, sacrificing their own will.
It tortures many, eludes quite a few,
and transforms only those who allow it.
Regardless of this, it beckons to all,
serving as its own gravitational call
on all energy throughout this plain of existence.