Rites of Passage
I write right rites
for I dare not get them wrong
and if I do I promise you
forever will I be one
with the darkness that enters strong
to take over my faith
everything I've ever known to be
will quickly be erased
I don't think I'd make it
that doesn't make me weak
no one has crossed over and made it back
without scars that can be seen
I would rather be
with a conscious free of guilt
always inviting who I find mighty
into the temple I have built
I enter my own creation
and take a look around
to fix the flaws or scrap it all
rebuild it on solid ground
the morale can be found
even in ignorance
I admit I'm slightly jealous
by your smiles of wild bliss
is it really that easy
to never give a care
for any other person or thing
but the reflection behind your stare
I wish I knew my limit
for then I could plan my life
but the constant of the mystery
is the source that fuels my might
in a moment of clarity
I see how small I am
so let me back away with face
before you know how far I can
stretch my imagination
a universe inside is born
it only lasts for seven minutes
before I destroy it with my scorn
I'm a danger to myself
all my lies are white
I will soon unleash the godhead
to rectify that one forsaken rite
Copyright © Bj Fard | Year Posted 2012
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