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Curious was the cat

It didn’t end well for it 

And that’s a fact.

But what would be life without curiosity 

Bland, unknowing and empty.

To discover new things

Or to discover real truths

We have to adapt

 To that life of a cat

And be curious

To know we are alive,

Even if it ends up that we don’t survive.

For how can you truly die

If you have never truly lived

This is the duality of everything.