I have had often the habit,
Of digging too deep,
Into the private lives and minds
Of those friends that I keep.
You see, I never found it wrong
Or intrusive if I strikingly asked
Those questions that are to answer
Difficult; leave them masked.
If I waited until we were alone
I might ensnare you with emotion
And then deliver that unwanted gift
Of a beckoning favor, of commotion.
Then my friends would, somber,
Try to evade my words, my voice.
I simply would return with a stone
Expression; I leave little to choice.
So in this way I could draw out
The answer that I craved so badly;
Be they underwhelming or shocking,
I desired them, I obsess madly.
Now you probably would look at me
And wonder how inhuman I act,
But I detest this view of my practice.
I am an indulger of mental fact.
What makes the mind tick?
What causes these humans to take
A form that creates their personality,
And in time, a tortured soul to make?
These are the burning questions
That I desperately wish to address;
Therefore, my actions are an act
Of science that evidently impress.
Only a mad scientist would delve
So deep that they risk losing it all;
Then I am mad! madly observant,
And I keep down the rabbit hole, I fall.
Each mind is so unique,
With all its experience and abilities.
They all open up worlds unknown,
And create endless possibilities.
For I myself am but one man
But in the equation I add a universe;
Now multiply that exponentially
And boundaries become reversed.
Now all of the planes of existence
Have opened themselves to humanity
And I am taking one small step;
Maybe for the sake of my sanity.
But I could endlessly keep falling,
Simply chasing, never ceasing;
However, I could never stop and see
All the beauty I would be releasing.
I’d rather explore the universes
That cross paths with mine,
For they shift my orbit and gravity
Much more than a distant shine.
For if I understand the connections
Between myself and a friend,
Then I also share in that link
A bigger world made by our blend.
This is why I ponder over their minds
And why I ask a burning question;
After all, it’s how I keep alive
My somewhat unhealthy obsession.
And in my craziness maybe you too
Have become excited to explore;
I say friends are meant to be known,
It’s what we keep them around for.