And so there it was...
The art of silent rituals.
That grey space between
Faith and doubt,
That carries your thoughts
And wander to that place
Older than fear,
Unmoored and daunted.
So there it was...
The art of silent rituals.
The familiarity
Of the odd things you do,
Like a prayer without a meaning.
While your mind is saying -
If everything is just so happy,
Then it might not be the reality.
But there it was...
The art of silent rituals.
Drenched in de javus,
And the scents of fear
Over something
Your mind created,
But just like a ghost,
They are myths that never happened.