When I was young I was curious and asked why

Most often what I received was a look and a sigh

My mother would tell me that’s just the way it was

I would ask my dad why, but he’d answer just because

My curiosity continued to be cultivated by ambiguity

Making me question even more the things I would see

We live in a world that is full of smoke and mirrors

I’ve questioned the definitive answers through the years

And found there isn’t much that’s truly set in stone

Don’t be fooled into believing everything you are shown

Behind the curtain of life’s illusions there stands a man

Pulling levers and throwing switches, doing what he can

Working his magic to enhance the vision he’s trying to sell

Watch carefully for every slight of hand has some kind of tell

When you have children teach them to question what they find

Teach them about the smoke and mirrors and to trust their mind

Show them how to look beyond the illusion in things that they see

Mold them to be independent thinkers with a cultivated curiosity