I somehow feel I was there
When the four stars met and
Declared a miracle
Perhaps I was a man
Or a blade of grass
Or a grain of sand
Perhaps all of us were there
As a handful of dust
And the light that night
Such a flash of inspiration
Imprited forever
On our existence
Perhaps that is why we look backwards
Not forwards
To celebrate what is gone
Not what is to be
And after the hangover
And wounds have healed
What then
Or what now
The world may start a fresh
Now baptised once more
This time in lager and champagne
As alcohol becomes the new River Jordan
And Johnny Baptist
Now a bartender
Serves Tequilato the masses
Bless You, My Son!
For you have dollars to wave
As victory flags
After euphoria
Comes emptiness
Did you get laid on Millenium Night?
Did you sing and fall down?
Did you ever wonder why?
When all the dust settles
That is to become the souls
Of the next billion children
Let us not forget
As we hurtle towards our destiny
For each man
Must reach his heart
For each blade of grass
Must know his own truth
And for each grain of sand
There is always hope