There is a sweet sensation to the exotic,

Particularly when you don’t realize,

You’re a very young cat,

And the world is a jungle,

You start fabricating reasons,

For secret desires you hoarded,

New quests you’ll unlock,

Levels to weave through,

Lots of new motives to probe,

So first some song and dance,

Nuerotic logical rhythmic steps,

Youthful blindness, arrogant naïveté,

Sweet innocence is the claim,

Never did this before, what a shame,

To do things you’ve never done,

You’d scarifice yourself,

Burn your existing world to the ground,

You’ll find exotic to be a different version,

Sometimes better, mostly the same,

When it’s not great you don’t complain,

You wait to find your voice,

As you help others do the same.