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 it’s 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