Sentiment By The Sea
I come to you with open arms, banging on your door from the break of dawn, I have flown for more that sixteen hours to come and see you, hoping that our mutual plans will come through.
I have no dagger or spear, I come only with a balance scales, hoping that you will meet with me over there. I want the same thing that you want, and I hope that my entourage will get the well needed break through; there is nothing that you have got that we don't have but it’s time to cast away the dangerous fog.
Every day I observe the people in the street and how they toil in the sweltering heat, I open my heart to the sky and hope for a miracle to pass by. We have our differences and ways to live but the world has change and there is an urgent need to share. We do business here and there and we take risks that sometimes cause us to fear. Sometimes the prices are high, but everything that goes up must come down from the sky.
Tarry with me for a while and listen to this simple lullaby, there is no words in it, it’s just the rhythm that is embedded in it that fits. Sometimes you have to change the tune to agree before noon.
The policies of the sea from time and time again come back to haunt the heavens. The world can change if you know when to end the game. We have to walk on solid line and follow the direction of the divine wind, so that your desires can be fulfilled. You will be there for the duration of life but I will soon be out and will have to roll a different dice; you have to toss it in directions to fulfill the deal so that you can test the hot fiery steel.
War is not a pretty thing and heaven don’t have much to drink; we have to join hands to eliminate the unclear poison that you create and live at peace with our neighbors so that heaven can be at ease.
Walk with me to the stream and let me tell you about my dream. We have been there for many years and now it’s your turn to turn the world around. We have got to try to be at peace with everyone so that universe can extend its hands.
When the wars of the world cease, death will give up its lease. Give everyone what they want and open the strait before it’s too late. Get the uranium out to sea and fill the void with something precious for thee. The residue in the sky will die.
The days are winding down so gather the business men and women all around, open the fair trade route, so that Asia, North America, Europe, Africa and the Middle East can sing a wonderful song and enjoy the blessings on the land .
There are lots of sentiments by the sea so don’t leave empty handed come and share it with me.
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