Your lemon is sweet  


Your lemon is sweet,

I swim through the street,

I search no illusion

Calmly accepting the confusion.

You see, I can hear fish talking

And the birds are splashing

All the waters they encounter

Leaving room for no laughter

As they swim through the skies,

And dream through the eyes.

Never have they cried,

Never have they tried

To save their crashing world

From the ashes they have swirled.


But now…

Your lemon is sour,

Your world is an hour

With plenty of time to see

And no room to flee

Far into the Paradise

Just you, no disguise.