The word called things
Things change so fast
Am I still the man
That wrote the word called things
In natures wicked fickle ways
Change is all that future brings
So why hold on to feelings
That hurt and burn your soul
For nature, future and your mind
Chase unknown dreamlike goals
They'll change when you are sleeping
The sun won't look the same
We live in hell
They call it life
But it's just a cruel game
You'll never sit in that chair
Or stand within their shoes
Of lucky ones in your eyes
All illusions that abuse
The gentleness that you love
The thing that makes you....you
Life is unforgiving
Chasing rainbows
Whats the use
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AUTHORThanks Shauna :)
I am a rainbow chaser always have been always will be don't worry :)
Love Simba xxx
Jon, never stop chasing rainbows! Stop chasing the storm and look for blue skies. They are there for you!
- AUTHOR
Thanks Tess, I will never srop chasing the rainbows that's a promise !!!
It was written in a melancholy mood that's all :)
Thanks for your beautiful words too !!!!
And coming from a poet like yourself really boosts my ego LOL
Love
Simba xxx
P.S no p.s hahaha
So beautiful Jon! Don't stop there, Jon, continue with the challenges and keep chasing rainbows. Illusions are mere illusions, the truth is and lies within yourself. I for one would continue to chase sunsets for it brings new moments in all different directions. I love the poem!
- AUTHOR
Thanks grl it will I am sure of that :)
Love Simba xxx
Wonderful and bittersweet. Let the rainbows lead to happiness.
Beautifully written, but with no hope it seems. I will never stop chasing rainbows as eHealer commented above, as there is always hope in each new day, no matter how dark things appear at the moment.
God bless. In His Love, Faith Reaper
Thank you for sharing this insight. You can sit in my chair, if you want.
Hello Simba, beautiful poem and bittersweet. I will go on chasing rainbows, just because I can. I have little expectations from life, sometimes that is a strong suit. Write On!
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