Origins

When actions are up for atonement, words speak for themselves.

It arouses the crowd to become enlightened.

Nevertheless, the most particular gesture is none without its own consummation.

Problems fade away like dust, and the ashes present the foretold stories.

This is where it all began.

Where everything started to make sense.

Across the reflection of light,

Truth in thine eyes.

I’ve known this feeling before, though its quite discreet.

Words coinciding to develop an answer, or to protect the mistakes we’ve made.

It's the ability, yes, the beauty to consume diction.

To the unknown let it be a spectacle.

To you, its origins are a fairytale.