When the teeth and tongues
Not caring about the stained uniforms
Basked in pure orange candy joy
I believed for a second in something
They call happiness.

When the 40 something lady, after a call
With all her sweaty glory in the train
Smiled at the wallpaper of her daughter  
I believed for a second in something
They call inner peace.

When the sun goes down
And the problems in my mind unravel
I don't really find happiness or peace at all
But I know that I believe in something
They call, hope.