Roots

Caverns open up
Deep beneath the surface
Rich black soil, rivers of water
And deeply forged roots
Suited for my need to slip away
Stasis reformulated for my
Brand New Self
Wealth matters not
If defined as silver or gold
Wealth is all I need
When discussing the story freed
I am singing myself into existence
Resistance is futile
Without an alternative route
Spouting collected wisdom
From my soap box stage
I attribute the best of me
To all that you taught me
Learning to find
The only right way