How it would be nice to light the hallway
with your voice and ideas,
it would keep the world turning
without the oil.
How it would be easy to succumb to your words
so quickly and well,
we know you mean good intentions
without the war.
But we’re jumping on the bandwagon,
prepare for disappointment,
and when the dawn comes and we realise
that human is as human does:
Inertia may bring us down.
How beautiful it would be to see the world smiling,
but we could just be changing a rusted frame for a new one.