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.
Unfiltered 