The world seems to revolve

around a desire to know

just why should I resolve

mystery I might better forego.

This thing we call shelving,

such a wonderful aesthetic

borne of inspiration so satisfying.

Give anything to know logic.

Then we bring it back later on,

our fifteen minutes of fame.

That questioning nature, an upon

reminds ourselves all the same.

We’d like only to solve the silence

haunts our ever waking penance.