Giving Thanks

I fell through the sky as if there was a hole built for me. Theres a place in life that I might not fit in or a moment in time I just cant find. Though I may be lost in life its only in due time. Although I may not lift bridges or posses the power of flight, I am one, I am alive. Though I know my limits it doesn't mean that I discard my capabilities. through these fingertips I compose. Through this tongue I row my speech. Through my lungs I sort chemicals. Though I may not posses the powers many worship I posses the power to be. Moving through life as if it were a river with each step leading to my next. I sort chemicals from the moment I take that next breath.. because I am alive and there is no greater power I wish to posses.