See that fruit hanging ripe on that tree,
Flame red, glowing like a ruby,
I say its meant for me, I hear it calling to me.
Who says it’s forbidden,
Who says I shouldn’t try,
who says it’s juicy pleasure I should deny?
If curiosity is a crime, then I’m guilty.
for I want to touch,
taste something real,
not live in ignorant bliss,
no need for the serpents hiss,
I wish to explore, know more,
let curiosity be my original sin.