A ballad in the spirit of feral learning, unsanctioned wonder, and epistemic rebellion - sung quietly in backrooms of maker spaces, whispered across unschooling fires, and etched into the margins of forgotten textbooks.

They said: “Follow the Science,” like a road well-paved,

With signs all shining and the edges shaved.

But I found truth in the rust and thorn -

In the field notes lost, and the theories torn.

So I follow the questions, not the throne,

Where answers rule but doubt’s unknown.

In the silence where the wild minds roam,

I follow the questions home.