Resilience

The joy of the world
An ambition
That can't be controlled
Still we strive

Out of style
The reticence
A fountain of disbelief
Fed with the waters
Of waste
So look to the beautiful
And offer some grace
As if you were any more lost

An apology
For the distraction
From virtue
That was my mind
Before the surrender

Based in desire
Our body impure
Enough because
Our vanity
Will never
Stop time

The pursuit
Of virtue
Clean
The wildness of our youth
As the future
Dawns on our shoulders
With a clear mind
And clean sight
We are offered
An end to our ambition
Of passion
What will be planted in it's place
A steady seed
Conquering the disbelief
Of false hope
An indication
Of being at the end of our rope
Battered by the ocean of life
Looking for the port of salvation
We wipe the sleep from our eyes
The armored ones
Armored by the words of their god
Speak volumes
Of persistence
Of the resilience
A friend of the body and mind
Inhabited
An ethology of soul
Transmutes the flesh
Into spirit
At the time of death