Lost and found

And then lost again

I am only hoping

Centuries have passed

And for once

The world has changed

I am hoping

The stations look different

More of red less of yellow

And when asking for wrong directions

You meet the right fellow

I am hoping

The cabbies smile more often

And there be no urchins at the signal

But when you find a poor soul

There is time enough to mingle

I am hoping

Coke and Pepsi and all their soda factories

Get sued out of production

With ample supply of tea and coffee

But no addiction

I am hoping

The Tsotsi and boys have the same future

As Brian and boys from Manhattan

And when they look at the ocean blue skies

They don’t look for the weekly ration

I am hoping

It rains on hot summer’s day

And it snow every winter

And when Santa shows up

He is minus the candy, plus the beer

I am hoping

The fashion shows

Go out of fashion forever

With not one glass that reflects

Or an inch of a mirror

I am hoping

Every failure is rejoiced

And passing becomes uncool

And there is no pressure to work

Right after the end of school

Away from the dusts of time

Away from the words too

More than anything else in the world

I am hoping that you find me that one place

Where even life has not a clue