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metaphorically speaking

Imagine if for once I could smile at my storm
Or that by some chance I could be accepted by the norm
What if I really did find the pot at the end of the rainbow
What if all my hurts and pains I could finally just let go

Maybe the grass is greener on the other side
Or that from past mistakes and guilt I didn't have to hide
What if my life started to turn out how I planned
And no longer made to feel like a man that is damned

If by chance all that glitters is really gold
Could my pride allow me to speak of things untold
Or even better if I found the needle in the haystack
Would that then stop the straw that broke the camels back

The grass is green and we accept the sky is blue
Can I accept that I am really loved too
Could I be me for just a 24 hour slot
if I had a magic wand all my fears I could blot

If I went and travelled over the hills and far away
There I would take my troubles and on the ground gently lay
I then wouldn't have to travel back in my sea of grief
Instead I would search high and low so that time is no longer a thief

There's a lot I would do different and things I would do the same
But perhaps I'd try harder not to be the loser in the game
They say that it never rains but it pours
Would I ever be able to beat my high score

Its often been said that I'm as cold as ice
But I've learnt that once bitten it will not happen twice
Or what if every little makes a mukkle
Then under the strain of life I wouldn't have to buckle

What if I have counted my chickens before they did hatch
Maybe then I wouldn't be in this 24 of a catch
Perhaps, what ifs, maybe's or suppose
My life has been planned and that path only God knows

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  1. Date: 2/21/2013 4:45:00 AM
    Your poem's really good, i can't help, but read it all over again.