i tumble around
in this poetical haze
what am i doing?

on the cold hard floor
i am dreaming of rising
way above them all.

it all went white
crashing of briny waves
sterile walls
bleep bleep bleep
like the last breath
                                 of a sinking ship.

why could i not see
that you were never right for me?

                                                            i saw only the sun.

you had a way
of making the world fold away

                                                       until you had to go.

somewhere over the rainbow
what does it mean?
is there a *** of treasure at the end
for all to glean?

doubtless
it arcs on and on forever more
like life chasing the unobtainable
but fun to try and explore

somewhere over the rainbow
what a silly little lie
we all live under the rainbow
and should learn to appreciate the sky