Gratitude

I loathe being the same—
another germ beneath the scope
just waiting to be analyzed
and designated tame
by those that like to dangle hope
among the patronized

I long to be unique—
a lone explorer wading through
the all too placid main
of those innately meek
because they're programmed to pursue
compliancy most plain

I love to feel alive—
to breathe in deep the fresh sweet air
as new sensations sweep
compelling me to thrive
and give much thanks that I could share
this world before I sleep.