All the Good Things

Maybe it’s not so bad here.

Maybe I’m just pessimistic.

Maybe I fail to see the lining in the clouds

Maybe it’s just so much easier if I call myself realistic

Instead of admitting I’m afraid to be let down

So here’s to all the good things

Because I’m certain that they’re still there

Even when I’m caught up in the despair

And I know that I am guilty of years of misanthropy

The good things are still obvious to me

If you’re good at finding the bad in things

the world can look so disheartening

And if the fight can’t be won why hold on to the towel?

My faith still ebbs and flows some and sometimes I can’t see the purpose

But I’m reminded when I stop and look around

So here’s to all the good things

Because I know that they’re all there

Even while I feign I’m not aware

I get so wrapped up in singing on those thing I hope to change

The good things, I just hope they stay the same

I’m glad to change my tune some

and entertain a new perspective

Even if the feelings are so brief

But when I return to my state of being bitter or disappointed

There will always be the good things underneath

So here’s to all the good things

Because they’re the reason I still care

Even if it’s fleeting I know it’s there

And I’ll keep reminding myself each time I see misery and pain

That the good things they will never go away