Poetry

Saturday, 4 November 2023

Running to the end of the rainbow

 Well I run to the end of the rainbow

I run through the day and the night

I run from beginning to the end although

She could put out her light


I run through the many colours, through

Yellow, and blue, green and red

And they take me up to the top of the hill

Then the colours run through my head


And I've been running til the end of the rainbow

I've got to keep the pot of gold in mind

But the further I run the further I am

From the goal I first set out to find


Yet I keep running to the end of the rainbow

Until I reach that promised land

Where there is milk and honey and green pastures

The grass is always greener on the other hand


I keep running to the end of the rainbow

Running from the thoughts I've left behind

I'm running somewhere new, where the sky is so blue

And where people will seek me but never find


So I'm running to the end of the rainbow

Will it be like it was before?

When the rain clouds break, it rains on my all my mistakes

Can I run fast enough, I'm never sure


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