Luyện nghe bài hát Fountainhead

Crave for no more, nor the self would
Not even that always is there
Needy of naught, but to be
From any care and want of a selfish

What is needed, strengthened will of man
of all that is latent within
What is to fear, what do they
How can they even bear to at themselves
who love to crawl?

Near breaking
From the bows made
Towards the
power

Reverence due, not to unseen
Nor lack of clarity, but to the known, familiar
present miracle of the
I, of progress

How can anyone with serious
Abandon all that's for me
And still be to seek what's real?
Where's the logic

The one that should be guided our way
Throughout this solitary that we call life?
the I, fountainhead of progress?