Forecast
What would it be like if you lived in paradise, what would it like if you didn’t have to work for the rest of your life? What would it be like if you could travel the world on a speed boat and have breakfast in a luxury car between the stars? The moon would watch over you and the sun would adore you and clouds would protect you.
What would it be like if you walk in the street and greet all the people that you meet, you will tell them a story of how mankind came from glory and how the chipmunk sleep for fifteen hours in the deep and comes out on groundhogs' day to say that Spring is on the way when winter has just begun.
What would it be like if you had another shot at life and get the chance to write the music of your dreams that keeps bubbling up in the stream. Your lyrics would be true and your ex would come back to haunt you and when you go on stage the crowd would adore you. All the people would follow behind you and every town you go the multitude would go with you.
What would it be like if you go to London to see the show and you met King Charles the 3rd at the Wembley stadium door, you will tell him to bring out all the people from the commonwealth and pack the stadium with a solidarity event.
Music is the life of the town, and it will lift mankind sorrows when the temperature falls down, you would tell him to restore Prince Harry to the throne and cover Megan myrtle with a diamond crown; the meeting must be brief, and you must have food galore in street.
The bars and the pubs will be open, and the beauty queens will come riding through the clouds with golden horses and splendid robes. I can see it in living colors, and I wish I could bring it to life’ once in a lifetime this moment is awarded to mankind, and they will never forget it for the rest of their lives.
I have sat down for a very long time to record this magnificent sound. It is the song that I will sing when my dream invites me to come in; the circle will celebrate, and the square will vibrate, and we will read the odyssey and travel through history.
What would it be like if you board the next flight and meet the owl in the middle of the night? There is so much to say, I have to leave the rest for the next day. Destiny is inviting you to join it for supper, what would it be like if you come today, don't delay.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2024
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