When the Blind See

Eyes shut in blind faith, I did not see you,
My Child, escape into your moulds:
A mould of faith where you burnt yourself
Incense-like;and  the one of anger
Destructive, unruly force unleashed
in torrid torrents; a conformist
you clung to values of yore
then broke into non-conformist mould
to sink and sail, then sail and sink
floating,and  floundering in serach
of goal at the end to reach.
Not alone are you, my Child,
in your voyage to the unchartered;
your spirit our slumber breaks
to pull us awake , to dig deeper,
to unearth hidden treasures, untold
No room today for half measures
for pain e'er waylays our pleasures.