Many work at science Naming it as cause Use some higher math And cater to the boss Free my lips from half-truth And simplifying twists While striving for Your essence With hope for just a glimpse Free me from administration ruling dullards with the ax Named as scientists supreme Who serve another god Uncloud my eye from rules Free my hand from haste Let anger undue pretense And work left slack and rough Let me neither rest Nor take an undue praise While error lurks uncovered Unassaulted in the wing You coyly hide in what You make Coaxing doubt You’re even there So, let me fathom You a dream Or Dreamer, as You wish Curios and clues are You Make me stubborn to the test Let me seek the guiding laws And find the Writer’s mind Give me strength to question Or know You without limit Make me free from rules And free from lack of doubt