Religious Human Condition

In the beginning, there was nothing but a soul
Just an empty vessel, cold
floating aimlessly alone
Forged of energy for sure, but more importantly could grow
Capable of reaching through the endlessness abode
With no form or structure, oozing shapeless into moulds
At the whim of nature’s wrath and trapped without any control
It starts a journey laid out,
right before it, one that’s told
One with no clear introduction, one that’s infinitely old
The scene begins to unfold,
A path that it must wonder
Through the most perilous of places
Spawning faces it must conquer
Personalities and actions block the heavens further yonder
Now the formless takes some shape, and realisation starts to ponder
To make itself survive it’s world,
Under pressure from surroundings
Breaking out the mould once holding it,
contemplating its new housing
The stimulation and adrenaline, the effects are quite arousing
The determination being displayed is quite astounding
With new hope and aspiration
dreams to feel a saturation
Absorb important information
Searching for more stimulation
Hungry for a fix, another burst was needed quick
The thirsty yearns to quench its need
But to new tricks it would submit
Don’t look ahead, don’t look around, there’s little treasures on the ground
Take a bow, just bend down,
there’s a crown for wearing now
You can easily astound a massive crowd with what you’ve found
you’re allowed to be, renowned, wear your crown, wear it proud
Don’t just stop at one or two
There’s an abundance beside you
Don’t continue moving forward when the treasures here will suit
There’s a use for all this gold,
take the shrapnel by your boot
If you take the risk of pushing on, the more you stand to lose
Atrophy, the enemy of necessary progress
The longer you stay still, the harder travelling down the road gets
A stagnate agent never braves the ways of nature’s process
Contained within its place, becomes erased as it will know less
The art of maturation, making movements to through the darkness
Shedding light on shadows, bring peace to any harshness
The unknown, although a scary place, is beautiful regardless
Abundant with a fortune, you’d be fortunate to harvest