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