Interest(ing)

Interest in the things I do.
Interest in the things I think.
Interest in the things I see.
Interesting little people.

What is interest, I have to ask?
A concept so complexing
Attention kept so focused and
My mind wakes up from resting

My eyes--wide open--start to seek
My heart begins to pace
I search for something more to see
In narrowed spotlit space

To suck in knowledge like a sponge
Or sugar through a straw
Or maybe like a parasite
That's greedy for it all

Electric currents fuel my veins
My soul begins to smile
I'm alive now!  I'm alive!
At least for this short while

I'm racing up, I'm racing down
I'm breaking down these doors
I'm pacing up, I'm pacing down
Like a soccer ball to score

And when I find it--when I find
That thing I'm looking for--
The best thing happens suddenly
I'm not human anymore

For split seconds I become
That thing which I have sought
I feel empowered and anew
Better than I could have thought

And then the current calms me down
And interest floats away
My brain dulls in a lowly buzz
My soul starts to decay

I cannot start--Why can't I start?
This engine in my head
I wish it would run all the time
Until I'm old and dead


Interest in the things I do.
Interest in the things I think.
Interest in the things I see.
Interesting little people.