The Premis of Time

I am standing on the Premis of time watching the year as it lingers on, I have a mission to complete and the whole village is rushing to feet; something magnetic is burning inside and I cannot contain the energy that is running through my vein sometimes it is driving me insane, and I am feeling the pain. Take my diary to me and set up a table by sea, bring me a comfortable chair and fill my glass with natural juice and invite my friend to play the flute and evoke the memory of my youth. I have some things planted in my gut to unravel and I believe it is the reason for my trouble, time has come and gone and I am still battling with something that is stronger that my will, it is the part of me that I cannot see, but it often come alive when I hang out by the sea with family friends and company. Oh, mother of the sea, come and minister to my dignity. Oh, mother of the, sea time is wrestling with me so come and change the tune and walk with me by the sea at noon, I’ve got to go where love abide, for the universe to walk by my side. The Universe will destroy the curse and build a castle on top of the hill where I can live and the air with its salty smell will expel the demons back to the pit of hell and knock the conquering foe on the floor and chase him straight the door; oh mother of the sea I am waiting patiently for thee so make haste to come and see me. I woke up this morning in a good frame, but this unfinished business keeps messing with my mind, it keeps pulling me down and at time I feel as if I am on the run, I have got to have something profound to do before the ceiling falls through the roof for there is nothing else to prove, I wanted to go out with a big bang with my supporters, friends, families and employees singing a familiar song. If I have to go before the time, you have to give me what is rightfully mine and throw a party in each state for the rich, middle class and the poor with lots of food to eat to and celebrations all over the street. I am standing on the premise of time, and I will get what is rightfully mine, love is my final destiny, and I am happy, but I am not done yet. Place my diary on the bookshelf.