I opened a lemonade stand
in the desert.
I squeezed my lemons fresh and
made it nice and sweet.
I offered a glass and a chair
to anyone passing,
those who were chasing
a fortune and those
being chased, those
who were just doing
their duty and those
who were following
a voice calling them.
I asked no questions and
took no money.
I just poured lemonade
over cracking ice
and as the glass
misted up, where cold and heat
clashed, I handed it
to another thirsty soul,
resting in my narrow shade,
before they were back
on their way.
Pebbles in my mouth 