I keep telling myself br That things will change br New ideas will rise for us to rearrange br Chaos will bury itself in red tape br Reform won’t have a way to escape br I keep telling myself br Poverty is just an abortion br Wealth will be spread out in equal portion br Bureaucracy will open its cathedral heart br Having misplaced its only working part br I keep telling myself br One day there will be detoxification of all lies br With a prism view of all truths we will compromise br Reason will rise against treason br And autumn will still be the prettiest season br I keep telling myself br One day we will all get up and dance br One eye askance, the other seeking romance br Get rid of any burdens we have to unload br And we will all skip down the yellow brick road br I keep telling myself br Love will find a resting place br Inner beauty will win its race br Passion will sprout a new flower br With lots of soul searching for a happy hour br I keep telling myselfbr br Alfred Ramosbr br