If I sank
I would travel the world
Ningesafiri duniani
If I follow my instincts
Halafu roho yangu itaruka juu ya jua.
If a woodchuck would chuck wood
If we sank
Then I would give a dollar to everyone.
Ikiwa nitamona mpenzi wa zamani
If I will see a past lover
Then there is no way I won't get lost.
TURN BACK TIME/Thomas Green
If I could turn back time
and I found a way to reverse the sands of time.
Could I go back and make changes to a life,
A life that’s so important to mine.
To bring back a life now lost in the fabric of time.
If I had that power I would still have my first great love again,
My love would be here by my side.
We would be growing old and we’d be settled in our ways,
At peace and totally at ease with each other, nothing to hide.
Would that it could be. I wish for it so.
Truly we do not know how such changes might turn out to be.
Would some butterfly effect turn upon us tenfold?
Bring a result totally un-foretold?
Like the beating of tiny wings upon many tiny wings
Like some dark force fueling a hurricane in due time
As it does multiply, churn and brew.
Does making an alteration in the way of things now gone by
give some consequence beyond all power to prevent?
Could it precede a similar result and an undesirable end?
Maybe it would be me that were gone and laid low?
True love’s desire still beaten, lost, and placed below.
Could I truly achieve the results that my heart so desires?
Would my love be growing old and at ease with me by my love’s side?
Maybe, and yet I would hope we could turn back time,
So my love would still be here and still be mine forever more.
What if.
WHAT IF…/Eleanor Griplas
What if the world was to change overnight
Just like that, we wake up to find everything is not as it was
Whilst we are sleeping a revolution has taken place
While our eyes were closed and dreams were the reality
A metamorphosis had occurred and everything that was known and familiar
Had disappeared, gone
What if the rich had overnight swapped places with the poor
The big guys have now become the small men on the street
Now it’s their turn to be trampled by unthinking feet
Those who had nothing now live in big houses, drive diesel guzzling cars
Can flash wads of cash, buy expensive phones
Abuse their wealth and their health, but at least now it’s their choice
what if this happened - would the small guy remember how it felt
To be right at the bottom, whipped by the fat guys belt
With no-one to care for your rights or your life
Because those at the top making a fast buck at any expense
Don’t count the lives of others when they do their sums
Would the nouveau riche catapulted into this upgraded seat
make the same mistakes as those whose shoes they now wear
What if they stopped and remembered how it felt before
would they care about those now occupying their shabby life?
or by way of seeking revenge take advantage of their elevated position
and just watch while their predecessors plummet to the bottom of the ocean
they are okay, cruising about with their heads in the clouds
why should they care – no-one did about them when the roles were reversed
But what if this overnight revolution changed our hearts and minds,
instead we all became caring and thoughtful, not selfish and greedy
everyone was considered equal and valuable in everyone’s eyes
but what if, I am just dreaming…
