The Squid

THE SQUID by Sprocketlord

Goodbye, world of wonder. I knew thee fairly well. The tides took me wonderfully, to my underwater hell.

I started off quite curious, "What lives beneath the sea?" I shouldn't have searched. Damn my curiosity!

White serpents filled the water first, and slither slickly this they did. But slick serpents knew not bravery, from the smallest birds they hid!

Foolish me, wandering free. To find a beast beneath the sea. But the curse of the wanderer is how empty life can be.

You fill your barren shelves with curios. To line an empty hall. But to live life uncurious, is not to live at all.

A sage is curious, but thinks before the hunt. A fool may be sagacious, but he will always get the blunt.

And thus I dove deep under, to find the stories hid. And only underwater, my questions would I rid.

But questions are confusing they stay unanswered for a reason. And confusion is natural In any of lifes seasons.

Don't go seeking answers, for the mystery isn't there. And danger always does the answering, With Fates thread as a snare.

My corporeal form the beast did crush. Knowledge has it's price. But my incorporeal dreams prove you can indeed live twice.

Flighty men lament my loss. They count me brave for that I did. But the wise man knows not bravery, he only knows the SQUID.

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