We stopped checking for monsters under the bed
When we realised they were inside of us
It’s up to us how to tread
We can’t be blameless
We still believe the power of atoms
Which are held together by electrons
Our source of energy one can say
Surrounding us in every way
The cycle of life in our journey
Children born every minute
People returning back to heaven
Continuation of lines or trees
The changing of the sky each day
Each day different we really can’t tell
One day bright, next day grey
Still mesmerising like a spell
And the humble stone, do we use it
As a stepping stone or throw it to someone?
Do we stand or do we sit, eat or sleep?
And the dust, do we leave it or sweep?