we..

a stream set free, supposed to find its own way
discover the virtues, recognize its plays
but They come, armed with swords and knives
shining with societal vindications and adjunct rules for lives
swept away from deep inside
the purpose is left blurred
the purpose that forever existed
the purpose that gets never discovered
fearful of strength to overcome the fear
fear gets strengthened and strengths disappear
the lines are drawn, and the stream treads the path they pave
a stream set free, and its way ?