Nothing is inside these broken pieces.
The storm has past but let’s step on the gas.
There is a way.
Stand straight and walk to the bay
where everything is okay.
Sail away your lemons,
let them be your friends.
Watch them drift away
and get lost like a needle in the hay.
Jump on this rain cloud
until silver and rainbows fall out.
Pump out your smiles and yank at your anchors.
Time makes chain links bend
because the todays never end.