It’s All Good Mate

Woke up tired again, phone in me hand,

Alarm went off three times, still ain’t got a plan.

Coffee on the bench, head full of noise,

Trying to be a good man, husband, dad to the boys.

Everyone’s online telling me the secret,

Cold plunge, side hustle, ten steps, don’t sleep yet.

Meanwhile I’m just trying to remember

That a rough couple weeks don’t define a whole semester.

Got mates falling apart but acting alright,

Saying “yeah, all good” every single night.

And I know that look ‘cause I’ve worn it myself,

Smiling on the outside while I’m fighting like hell.

Hook

It’s all good mate,

Or at least that’s what we say.

Keep moving, one foot, one day.

One out, one in, find your way.

It’s all good mate,

Not perfect, never was.

Just ordinary people

Trying to become who they said they was.

Nobody needs another guru on a stage,

Telling you your life’s gonna change in a day.

Most of us just need a walk in the sun,

A decent night’s sleep and someone to lean on.

Breath in slow, let the shoulders drop,

Life ain’t always gotta be flat out, nonstop.

Funny how the simple stuff still wins,

Water, movement, mates, and checking in.

Not every battle needs a war cry,

Sometimes strength looks like getting to bed on time.

Sometimes courage is admitting you’re cooked,

Instead of pretending you’ve got everything booked.

Hook

It’s all good mate,

Or at least that’s what we say.

Keep moving, one foot, one day.

One out, one in, find your way.

It’s all good mate,

Not perfect, never was.

Just ordinary people

Trying to become who they said they was.

No white horse.

No magic fix.

No six-week challenge solving all your shit.

Just small things.

Done again.

Until the bloke in the mirror

Starts looking like your mate instead.Look good.

Feel good.

Do good.

Not because life gets easier.

Because you get stronger.

And if today was rough?

Tomorrow’s another crack at it.