When Curiosity Strikes

i’ve always loved a question mark

it’s allowed me to think, wonder and dream.

my question mark and me,

we’re the pack that blends with ease.

like a cigarette and lighter,

a duo that helps one get a little brighter.

creativity, curiosity, and free,

is my question mark and me.

i can use it to judge

and i can use it to be, but

can i allow it to budge

can i allow it to see?

my question mark and me,

we conquer the world,

like a crumpet and tea.

now i can continue with pairs,

but do you really care?

oh question mark oh question mark,

who will you be?

*I wrote this poem when I couldn’t fall asleep. You can interpret it how you want. For me, my question mark represents my excitement/longing for a romantic love 🙂 enjoy