I lost my notebook somewhere,
Inside were scribbles of a perfect world.
A place where we break the endless loop,
Where the clouds are cherished,
And the stars shining bright become a good reason to celebrate.

When the full moon rises, we gather.
When the rain falls, we’re all under one roof,
Together, like it should be.
A world without mistakes, without human errors.

Love would come as easy as breathing,
And I’d play the piano, while you play the violin.
We’d create music that needs no words,
That moves hearts and brings peace to the soul.

I’d play the saxophone, and you’d dance,
Making up new moves to the rhythm of jazz.
We’d see beauty, not industry,
We’d hear the whispers of the wind, not machines.

People wouldn’t be slaves,
No bosses, no chains disguised as work.
Humans would be as valuable as gold,
And the one who saves would also be saved.

The good would stay good,
And the balance wouldn’t tip towards bad.
When men cry, they wouldn’t be seen as weak.
When women cry, it wouldn’t be normal
It would be her moment to heal, to find peace.

But my notebook is gone,
Its pages unfinished.
Find it for me,
So I can keep creating my perfect world,
Before this imperfect one turns me into a villain.
© Sage