The Other Side
Missiles are flying over there and they are having fun over here, people are dying everywhere and they are having party down there. I have asked myself the question, what am I doing wrong why some people are mourning and other are celebrating. The life is not what it used to be and each man must find his own lane, he must map out a path that will lead him out of the dark.
You see that woman over there? She has something extraordinary to share; she saw this coming four years ago and so she starts reorganizing the show. She spends weeks refining the plan one that could embrace everyone on the land, she has been rearranging and practicing the notes and has mastered the art of driving speed boats.
She knows how to work with the bullies and has profound knowledge of dealing with the enemies, she saw this coming and now she is dancing to a different rhythm.
She is doing fine and her business has not declined her business is expanding, and the profit is growing. She has cleared all her debts, and can hold her head high, and bid poverty goodbye, she deserves a good life.
See them crying over there while they are singing and shouting up there, two different worlds, locked in the sand arguing about the desert land, how can you fulfill the purpose of man when your purpose is doomed and your objectives are hidden beneath the moon.
Two different dreams and two different visions, two different hearts, two different souls you have to divert the plan to achieve peace on the land. Evacuation is mandatory and you have to illustrate the story. You have to locate the tunnels, and dig a separate road on both sides to cave in and form a cross roads.
The journey from land to sea is long but that is the ultimate destiny of man. You crave after something that you cannot have and you disrupt the peace that exists over a century to appease your sanity; you have got to revise the plan and recreate a new vision.
You cannot work with cluster around you, and horses are walking without shoes. You have got to free up the space and remove the shelters to another base.
You must dig deeply in ground and pull up the earth and turn it over, nature will uproot thee tree and the sun will burn it in the fifth degree, and when the land is clear you can continue with the mission over there.
The morning is smiling, and nature is embracing me, two different worlds interlock with nuclear strapped on its back, and a message from heaven saying that you are forgiven. You have to organize the fleet and get the people off street; the mission will begin when you start singing an unfamiliar hymn.
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