We walk with eyes wide shut; our minds unable to see..
we live our lives in trans
We do things that we do; we don’t know why..
Like the steps of a dance
We wait, we create, we celebrate; We do it all..
It’s like a pattern
Society, norms, customs; We somehow tend to relate..

We’re bound to the Rituals
Like trapped in a box
Walking a guided path
Like the railway tracks
No steps to take
No chance of mistakes
No risk involved
No chance to fail
Guided with fear
So fragile
Within protective shield
Nothing we yield
….
and …
We’re bound to the Rituals