There must be experts in this field of dreams

That ponder answers and though it seems

They guess and imagine all that they know.

Forward, not backward, they will always go.

And though the way is oft filled full of weeds

And darkness hides their curious needs

They slowly cut a path so clear,

Bringing them ever and so importantly near.

The light they seek from darkness grows.

And stupid is from those that know.

To make a dollar is the only way

To eat and drink and sleep, they say.

But art and music and science, sound

Not by answers to questions found

But by questions asked and questions formed

The strange and curious, and not the norm.