Over the rainbow my wishes were bloated in the
remains of gold coins now turning jaded.

False hopes of aspirations now just dehydrated
thoughts, echoes of rainbows reflections bleached.

Where the colour I followed I was lingering in
the falsehood of them contending with my problems.

Even shooting stars fell to earth, they wished to stay
afloat above but lay cold static decaying.

I'll never chase rainbows again, ill just linger in
the rain, washing away my tears hidden from you.