When there is something you will kick yourself if missed,
The urge to know what’s going on will then enlist.
When that becomes a habit, which can last for years,
You call it curiosity, not angst or fears.
The more this act is done, the more it is ingrained;
And it becomes compulsion, constancy retained.
The act becomes predictable, as habits go—
You have become the busybody neighbors know.
© Richard Williams