curious?

Oh, I'm nibbling the tips of my fingers.  I've got an urge.

Curious, but stupid.  I seem to choose 'stupid', always.

Ignorant, naive...innocent.  I'm not.

I am not.  Anything.  Nothing.

I trace the outline of my mind, it's a thin..thin line.

Between safety and falling, way over the edge.

I look over, and I tend to wonder..

Intrigued by the possibilities,

of my quiet, gentle downfall.

Safety pins, I'm pinned down.

No, I shouldn't look at it that way.

I've got a net.  Do I?  I'm not sure..

Not sure anymore.  Anymore.

Any safety net of mine never broke a fall.

It only cushioned the pathetic impact

against resurfacing to reality.

I've got an ache in my chest.

And I'll blame that for all the wrong I could do.

Would do.

I'm huge on impulse.  I lack common sense.

I lack all common sense.

Any sense at all.

Am I making sense?

I'll never let go of my insecurities.

My childish antics.

But I push them aside,

and repeat all that I hate.

I'm stuck inside a small, fragile body.

With an expanding mind.

Full of curiousity.

Dumb, but oh, so sweet curiousity.

I trace the outline of my mind...I've got an urge.

And it runs deep.