When laughter rushes from my lips,
and grins escape from my eyes,
I rise up and stand on two feet.
It'll be alright.
If I blush at certain moments,
or giggle like a little girl,
don't be alarmed.
It's the essence of life
cavorting inside my soul.
It'll be alright.
And if I dance when I stand,
dance like we did before,
don't worry I've gone mad.
It'll be alright.
If I wander around the city,
wearing appropriate shoes,
don't be surprised to see me.
I'm interested in seeing
how everyone else is.
It'll be alright.
We worry too much.
We allow confusion too often
to become our rising star.
We fuss and complain,
whine and patrol the
mind.
We look for things we are
not even sureof what
they are.
We laugh to ourselves,
when we are alone,
for in truth we are liars.
We know life goes on,
and so it always does.
It'll be alright.