What We've Always Known

We each are aware of what we can do

To none of us different from the other

We have always trusted in nothing undue

Through the words of a cherishing mother

We’re taught to embrace things with curious minds

And told to observe and discover ourselves

Until one day each of us reaches a time

To see patterns on dusty old shelves

As this life still is turning its people around

With each day we survive its sweet game

Each memory made could be cause to stand proud

For the turns of this world stake their claim

We hope that a demon won’t reach through the cracks

At each step we take untread before

The sure and courageous will reach through the black

Towards the light that is seen at the door