His curiosity leads him to discover new things and because he believes that, as a writer, writers are like scientists or inventors by which they must seek to find out something or invent it. He looks at life as a beautiful journey and writing, the path chosen. But perhaps the closest thing that would best describe him could be found in the lines of his poem "The Rhymester" which said:
"I am the lovely hands that rock
The cradle of sweet lullabies;
And through the verses I've had weaved
Must wipe the tears from someone's eyes."