it seems to stretch on forever, the vibrant colours ringing loud and clear. but sometimes, i seem to miss it's shimmering beauty. i just trudge on and on, on this never-ending colourful path.why, i don't know. what i'm searching for, i know. it's that illusive pot of gold that's supposed to be right at the very end. the one that holds all the riches and joys of the world. the fool's gold. i really hope it's no myth and i'm no fool.
there have been times when i have strayed, wandering off my little rainbow. i fell into the clouds, my moral fibres hanging by loose threads. but i have managed to clamber back on. as josephine says, some things will never be as spiffy as before. but who cares, i have found stability, reasoning and logic buried beneath the mayhem of my life. i think i have found myself. i know i'm standing on this little rainbow of mine.
there have been times when i have strayed, wandering off my little rainbow. i fell into the clouds, my moral fibres hanging by loose threads. but i have managed to clamber back on. as josephine says, some things will never be as spiffy as before. but who cares, i have found stability, reasoning and logic buried beneath the mayhem of my life. i think i have found myself. i know i'm standing on this little rainbow of mine.
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