It all starts with a thought.
Abundant yet never truly provocative.
It remains, neither developing nor dying,
And simply exists.

However, it never ends there.
That is only the beginning of this tale.
This half-baked thought, desperate to survive.
Struggles to grow.

It festers, clinging to the mind like a parasite.
It only continues
To grow and grow,
Till it can be avoided no more.

And curiosity,
Like that of a small child,
Envelopes you as you see it in a new light.

Glories of wars to behold
And stories untold 
Enraptures even the bold,
Incomparable to gold.

And in that wonder you find,
The words to describe it
Seem to just fall like leaves in autumn
Right out of your mouth.

In that moment,
The mind runs faster than the speed
Of both hand and sound,
Thrown out from the consciousness
Before disease infects it.

Thoughts that plague,
Thoughts that harm
And thoughts that are neither profound
Nor permissive
Reside in the same mind, 
Like an incurable illness.

Yet this mind will continue
To forever create and destroy,
To discover and explore,
Till the Light and Life of existence
Are no more.

– Maya Desdemona