All the way always..

There's beauty in the ordinary
and, grace in clumsy steps
when smile warms sad lonely eyes
with each stride believing in itself

There's enlightenment in the ignorant
and, memories ancient in new born
when one's search is for the true self
with instinct honed from whence inherent

There are truths in-between lies
and, power behind bright hungry eyes
when one perceives without judgement
with life lived, all the way, always
                  and, all the way, always