Eyes toward the wrong sky

I'd like to squeeze a mind's curiosity
so tightly that it bursts
into an unyielding explosion.
maybe then,
the scattered thought pieces would gracefully connect--
answering the unusual, unavoidable young adult questioning.
or if anything,
the mere sight of
heaping doses of
all the wasted moments of ease and complacency
in this array of a life
would reconcile me from all the sins
of my exhausted quest of unreason.