I am too curious for my own good..!

The Universe pulls me in too many directions, 

tugging at my attentions just-so 

and in every-which-way 

that I have not had enough time 

to do any path I’ve perused any justice. 

I have yet to follow these permeating strings 

leading me crumb-like towards 

their originating spools to see 

what else may be hiding at rainbow’s end 

because each of them feels worthy of my time. 

Each interest ignites a flame I am too eager 

to light. 

But I am fast distracted, and instead 

of a roaring fire I have a house full 

of feeble flames balanced 

upon candlesticks threatening 

to eat away at their wicks if I don’t return 

my regard to them in time. 

I take turns feeding them, 

but I forget that my brain is a sponge 

that can only hold so much water, 

and what if there is no room for the rest?

I have swum in the shallow waters 

of a thousand pools, only wondering 

at what treasures their depths might boast 

and what secrets might be housed there. 

I have only waded when all 

I have ever really wanted 

to do is dive down deep, 

but there is only so much oxygen 

in my lungs for each go around, 

and I cannot decide for the life of me 

which cavern of curiosity to pursue 

to the end of the line.

I am wandering, wondering, 

and I do not know where to land.