I sit and I watch
the black train slowly
Accelerating as my hair dances
As I look, I see
people without their lemons
A song on repeat
The darkest shadows
under the brightest skies
Many chances given
to be taken away
Theres more lemons
hidden under the shadows.
Waiting to be snatched.
Yet, they sit still
lonely and gray.
Life passing by.
The shadows increasing in size.
The darkness overtaking.
The common misconception
money is all that\'s needed.
Lemons become useless.