How are You?

How are you doing is a question I’m asked time-to-time,

And I reply with an I’m fine, for any other response else is considered a crime.

But am I really fine, or I say this to hide away the pain?

Scared, if I’m honest with you that I’ll have all to lose and you’ll have none to gain.

Why is it so hard to say I’m not doing great,

Will it change my destiny or alter my fate?

Why is it so hard to say I’m not doing too well,

Will people on my response, forever dwell?

Why is it so hard to be true,

When I’m asked the question, “how are you?”.

I could complain, and I could whine,

But if I ask myself, I learn that I am actually fine.

For I wake up every day,

And I’m given the chance to choose my own way.

I’m given the chance to breathe with such ease,

I’m given the chance to stop the hatred and to make peace.

I’m given the chance to take a new chance

I’m given the chance for myself to enhance.

I’m given a new chance at every moment of my life,

I’m given the chance to stop my strife.

I’m given the chance to be free,

I’m given the chance to be alive, to be me.

And so if you ask me “how are you?”

I will say I’m fine, for that is what is true.