TOUCH THE RAINBOW
I take the winding path shaded in red
instead of hiding in my comfy bed.
The road widens and narrows its scope
as it weaves away from any hope.
Blood red threatens the night sky
as laughter follows me high.
Rivers of crimson red coat my tired feet
as I walk the road of shame and defeat.
Why cannot life take the high road?
I ask if I may be so bold.
Ahead I see a bright light
as I rise with all my might.
I run toward the rainbow in my mind
in the colors and hues, I hope to find.
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