Morality

Time's ritualistic motion
To eclipse the tides of life
Lifts darkness and the illusion
Beyond humanity's strife.

Into the seas swirling waters
Yet to gain turbulence
Defining each grain of sand
Interpreting their obsolescence
Sifting and shifting each
With rhythmical beats of time.

Molding shaping this land
Into the garden of our minds.

Still we find our place
Amidst time's chaos and upheaval
Realizing and accepting
Time's pretense and betrayal.

This motion to seal
Our evolution in space and time
Ritualism who for without
Our morality would unwind.

- Blanche McLanahan