“Never Ask (The Sonnet)

Never ask a poet,
Why they write what they write.
If they knew why they write,
No poetry will have any light.
Never ask a painter,
Why they paint what they paint.
If they knew why they paint,
All paint will turn bleak and faint.
Never ask a scientist,
Why they are curious the way they are.
If they knew the reason for their curiosity,
There wouldn't be any science, nor uplift's desire.
The drive for expression takes a million shapes,
When all combine without condescension we'll see God's face.”