Of how to exist on this plane;
But, through the clouded plexiglass,
I see the things that look mundane
More curious still
In motion,
I believe in some commotion
Just to prove you have devotion, baby
Maybe more curious still
More curious still
And more curious
I find the day inviting me
To take a chance and really see
What goes into perplexing me
More curious still
And more curious
I find the thoughts I try to change
As I rearrange the truth at times
When I think of you
More curious still
by
Jeffrey Robert Adams
1994
