the forgotten ritual

Tradition weaving generations
stability and equanimity
(And in lesser part damnation?)
Our souls began in anonymity:

the ancestors before you
followed this ritual
With spiritual finality
Revealing the perpetual

(What do you bring along
and choose to pass down
do you give them a story or song
or bury it in the ground?)

I unearth history and blood
secrets and regrets
and yet tradition should
Be followed... Don't forget.

Maybe the path others went before
is not one you wish you tread
maybe you seek to find new lore
so your hunger for truth is fed

At some point people lost their history
tradition is distant memory
but the call of blood always finds me:
I am what I choose to be.