Alright

No more seeking
What would I seek —
Another job
A house
Another drug

What can I gain
Attain
Where can I go
What can I climb
Or descend
How low
How high
Will I ever be

The sophisticated and the crude
Comforting and confining
Scented and decaying —
What more
What else

I have a life —
A good life
A hot cup of tea
4:36 AM
A laptop to express
Work — a little routine
People in the next room
Others in other rooms
Other houses

Some family
Few acquaintances

Right now, if I die —
It will be alright

And so would another day —
Of pushing trolleys
Stacking shelves
Of being alright