Sitting, wondering, always searching..
under this rainbowed sky all else becomes clear.
Wishing, waiting, dreaming..
under this rainbowed sky nothing is ever the same.
My heart smiles and is agape with wonder.
How can something so beautiful remain lost?
Yet I wipe the bitter tears and look up,
dreaming under this rainbowed sky.
Is it really like this?
Having realized something for the first time,
when all along it's been there just waiting.
Ironic isn't it to finally know.
Yet as I look up and see this misted rainbow,
I see all that I have to see.
Nothing is ever permanent, nothing ever stays.
Under this sky or any other, we fade.
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