Second chances are pots of gold at the end of a rainbow. But we treat them like a prize from a box of ******* jacks; Cherished one minute, then the next we put it back. Not taking things for granted is easier said than done. But if you get a second chance, treat it like it's the only one
They say Leprechauns waiting with pots of gold at the end of the rainbow are nothing but myths They say there is no end to rainbows but I say follow your dreams and go catch your Leprechaun find your *** of gold hidden deep within the meadow and you’ll find the end of your rainbow was worth the chase
I feel like a toddler Teetering and tottering as I take my first brave steps Into the unknown. We often fear what we do not understand, But I think that instead we should try And color our skin with hues that cannot be seen In the standard visible spectrum. We're making a rainbow connection, You and I. Can't you see the bright bridge we've built across the sky? My shining *** of gold at the other end Is filled to the brim with your laughter, And I cannot wait until I can dive inside And swim.