Do you sometimes ask yourself if you’re alright
Do the burdens of life come down hard on your joy 
Do all the schemes of gladness that you deploy 
Seem bound to falter, sink with the sun
Making you despair, come undone 
Do you sometimes wonder if you’ll ever be alright?

Do you sometimes worry if you’re alright
If you’re treating your body like it was meant 
More like a temple, less like a tent 
Does it respond with resilience and grace 
Does it show up as a gentle glow on your face 
Can you smile and say that you’re alright?

Do you sometimes brood about being alright 
If the crimson, beating, streaming path 
From your analysing mind to your ruminating heart 
Is clear and bright and lit up with calm 
Where thoughts and memories are like comforting balm
Do you feel your spirit lift because you’re alright?

Do you feel your atoms dance, your heart sing 
Then soften to a gentle, constant hum again
Do you feel your blood flow in passionate storms
And then settle into tranquil crests and falls 
Do you sometimes in your moments of quiet
Feel a gratitude because you’re alright? 

I hope that when you lie in your bed at night 
On the cusp of sleep, with your guard down 
When your truth shines unfettered, unbound 
That with your eyes closed you can look within 
And hear it in every fibre of your being
I’m alive, I’m still here, I am alright.