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 eatLemon 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 startMake it a point to fool myself regarding matters of the heartLove is very pretty to seeadrenalin 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 allSearch 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 windThe 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 morningSunlight 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