The promise that was never kept
Morning burns the sunlight out of the scene, and I am still struggling to recover my dreams, morning spill mud on the withered grass and you’re hopping from place to place trying to shelter the displaced human race. How nice it would be if we had a home by the sea where sea water filters in air and saturate the tormenting human desires.
The promise that was never kept was the gateway to my ultimate dream, and you destroy that promise when you came on the scene. The promise was made before I was born to build a palace for me on the foreign lawn, a palace where no king or queen lives, but where truth and love have the power to forgive. The palace is supposed to be me to live in complete harmony, sustain good health and longevity and spread love and peace throughout the four corners of the earth.
You promised to build a vineyard for me that run from the bottom to the top of the rocky mountain and build cabins where visitors can stop. You promise to ship tons of grapes every year and use the proceeds to build affordable houses everywhere, but the promise was never kept, and it strangled the universe to death and left me grasping for breath.
You promise to meet with me every year, but you are scared to death to fly in the air; you take long journey by sea, to move to and from your destiny, but someone is still waiting at the airport for thee. You promise this and you promise that and you even promise your trousers and your frock but never deliver what you have got.
You have never built the village on the block, and the people are still wandering around without socks. Every cycle your promises mount up to the air, and it causes the people to fear, not one of them came through and the people are still walking in threadbare shoes.
Walk with me to the village square and let me show you what is going on there; you have promised to meet the people there, but you never show up and the people are in constant fuss. Promises made promises kept will map out a stable framework and keep the vision alive and the nation will survive.
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