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Going Somewhere

Every time it feels as if I am going somewhere it turns out that I am not going anywhere, every time I plan to go somewhere, you change into another gear. I sort of understand the game but everything will not be the same. The train in India has burst up on the line killing scores of passengers in less than an hour. It looks like a movie stunt scene but everything I see is real. You sacrifice human life for a dime but the universe will respond to you in the right hour. My heart is still reeling from that horrific scene. I don’t know how you can read that terrible news without even a touch of emotion or moisture in your eyes? Your hearts are tough as stone but destine will crown you with a blood stained gown and a scepter marching behind you like a clown. I love consistency and enormous originality; I love to get to the bottom of things just finds out where you have been. I have searched through every crevice and curves and what I have seen is still rocking my nerves, the gruesome murder of women and decapitation of children, how can you sit over a plate of meat when the missing people body is chopped up in parts and hidden in bushes all over the street. I have waited a hundred time to board the bus but each time the bus divert on another route, and I am left walking without shoe. When you kill the women, who will be left to take care of the children, when you murder women who will bring comfort to the home? You control the grains and corns but the sun is going burn up your barns if you don’t get it on the train before the break of dawn. I am going somewhere but I am not going anywhere; I need someone to work on the team that really understands how my heart beats. You have got to be around to lift me up when my spirit is down. You have got to listen to my heart mummer and transcribe it to the doctor and send the prescription to the European Union, China, Germany, Italy, France, Britain and America.They will lead the delegation to the next conference. Secrecy is divine when the mission is great and the message is filled with slime. Mouth must not speak document must not be read until I cover my head and you receive the signal. Only eyeball to eyeball will deliver that one important message at the conference that is so deep. I am not going anywhere, but I am definitely going somewhere this time, just watch, I don’t have a watch but I can read the clock. Connect your eyeball to the screen before you start listening to the dream.

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