Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Making Lemonade


I got my own sour songs, my own sour wrongs,
My own damn right to sing the blues
Catch me if you can because I’m elusive conclusive

Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
but the fruit of the poor lemon tree is impossible to eat
Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
but the fruit of the lemon is impossible to eat

One day beneath the lemon tree I realized I’d been fooled from the start
Make it a point to fool myself regarding matters of the heart
Love is very pretty to see
adrenalin runs thickly through my veins
tries to convince me I cause the sour taste
so I swallow the bitter trying not to wallow in self-pity,
To regain insight without blame trying my best to believe love exists

Our great nation is at the mercy of another oppression
a rising recession a looming depression of immense proportions
like we’ve only seen once before.
I’m tired of making lemonade with so many lemons
I want to leave the bad behind, keep an open mind
I’ve come to like the taste of bitter lemons discovering its better than nothing at all
Search for direction a solution to the pollution, the destruction of humans and planet looking for a way out of the confusion, the inevitable destruction giving up human rights, praying for evolution some simple solution another revolution

In a rhapsody of blue dreams unable to define, blowing in the wind
The planets aligned provide piece of mind
a little peace of mind to help hope stay alive to dream
about fresh ground and brewed java served with a little steamed cream each morning
Sunlight steams though the window blinds provide a remnant of peace.
A world where everyone’s kind, people refuse to be blind truth dominates

Lemon tree very pretty and the lemon flower is sweet
but the fruit of the poor lemon is impossible to eat