Trying with reason
        Sounds like treason
To the common folk
                That is fed with pork
During the hotter days
                        That I can only survive
With bitter lemon —

Now imagine
        Cold winter days
In the church
                Only the priest prays
His sheep are gone
                        Not through the snow
They simply never left home
                                Because they tried making
Sweet lemonade
                                        From bitter lemon —

Now further imagine
        Me
The high spirit
                Who owns enough energy
To fly high
                        Or simply point to the sky
Making sweet lemons rain
                                While all the people
Well
                                        I guess
You guessed that right
                                                Still stayed at home
Still trying.

        © Dominik Alexander / 2023