I'm just grateful

can't I be that?

Why do people find it so hard to believe

That I matter what

No matter

I can find something to be grateful for

I am still here

I am still alive

I still get to play

*******

When you can see past all the lies

All the idiocy

All the misconceptions

Preceptions

Masks and parades

The farce

Is the beauty

Of life

Of living

At its core

Beneath the falsities

Lies the truth of living

The joy

Of being alive

Of perceiving

Of being perceived

Of living

Of breathing

And sensing

Of ourselves

Of each other

The glory

Of just this thing

We call life