Windy White Fog 

Curiosity is a windy white fog  
A marshmallow with no flavor 
A raindrop that is to leave 
To start, others follow 
Then becomes a weeping mess 
Talking and Talking 
Asking and Asking 
Joy…
Laughter… 
But once you reach the cloud 
You can never leave the cloud 
The cloud will follow you 
It will scare you with bumbartedness 
Until you have to raise your voice to be heard 
Heard over the loud sounds of the windy white fog 
Then it will leave… 
Leave and never come back… 
And then 
Curiosity is not a windy white fog