Fountain

Fountain

From the bowel of the land
Begins the struggle, burden, strife
Discord bombarding all the senses
Foundation forming lots in life
too soon, emerging from our shelter
Life's rain comes, wash away that sight
In which the universe, our centre
Imparted knowldge to guide, prepare
Yet, tis hoped in growth we gain through insight
instincts that guide us from despair
Such things are meant to sway, delay us
From reaching high, beyond world's reach
Our inner sanctum, questioned, conflicted
Trust in remembrance unerringly beseiged
In given rations we take no notice
Vile acts the wicked expunge, secretes
Supplanting farmers with poor nourishments
Fed, though we're weakened, contained, deceived
There comes a time in desperation
Within the dry and crusted earth,
Our roots blindly seeks that inner fountain
We all must tap to quench our thirst
This spring allows our seed to open
Burst forth from hard, decaying dirt
Look, spot the scavenger on the horizon
prepared to pick and prick our worth
In vein we strive, guidd by sunlight
To reach as high, so far we dare
Surpass the depths and peaks of mountains
Bask in the free uncluttered air
This vision given attain our focus
Though hidden turmoil springs from their lair
We deflect much, slashing invaders
Our battle scars, we hold them dear
Endure we shall the wind that alters,
Debris that land, plunge us to ground
Addres we will the trash thrown at us
Resist the vines that hold us down
We need not win this fight brought to us
Or quit our post, victories head
Though know we not what may the outcome
Grow weary toil, prepare for death
Enlightment comes in what's before us
The journey home, free from their spell
When we recapture what was taken
Eternal after in love we'll dwell.