curiosity

Here's another poem I just wrote:

in the loneliness of the slaving ant
like a drone mindlessly toiling on
one finds sanctuary in the thought of rest
only to be disappointed by the next task

yet when the gift of sleep is granted
like a stork bringing in a basket
the overjoy in disbelief is overdone
by the rush of fatigue like a flash flood

then the clouds subside and pass away
which is the gloomy dawn of day
the awakening of the lifeless mind
is as futile as lost treasure to find

for as long as the enigma lies fallow
the curiosity fuels the passion to discover
the unknown secrets that rest dormant
in the books that wait to be written