Out of the thought, it comes

I spend my days doing what I need to get by
I spend my nights thriving to inspire nmyself.
Theres not enough time
theres far too much space
good things turn wrong
the happy and sad all mixed in one
I can't tell which is which, confused out of my mind
climbing mountains and crossing bridges trying to find the door out of that room
Seeking what? I don't know.
Maybe happiness, maybe inspiration, maybe education, maybe love.
doing things, theres not enough time to know everything.
But curiosity overwhelms me.
Consumes me
To know can be a bad thing.
They say knowledge is power but did anyone ever think that power isn't always good.
what about the devil he had so much power that he fooled himself into thinking that her could take the place of God
To finish a thought has been difficult for me lately
I leap from thing to though in my mind
so why do they say curiousity killed the cat?
its only sometimes.
I'm not sure
Happiness is a necessity?
since when is that true.
I see people everyday frantically searching for happiness
for love and money and whatnot.
What no one realises it whats the most obvious to them