When you sleep under a rainbow and you rememember everything you were told as a child
that everything begins at the ends of the bow and at either there you will find a pot of gold
while you grow to a be adult as you learn from your faults that every all is not true as you thought you were told.
Do you rember dancing in the rain feeling the bounce of drops on your skin ?
and remember dancing with your pain as it oozes from within
and yet you feel like as though you were still only ten and that you would like to be - just you.
Do you retch from the odour of sweetness as it steams from your misplaced whims
whilst knowing that your baggage won't get past the customs as is wont to be when you wish to become accustomed to your sins.
but you remember the concrete and honey that you wished would give birth to a dream.
There are nightmares on the sidewalks and turds on the ground,
so you must step caustiously in your haste to move around the carnage you have found,
but the damage inflicted on the soles of your travelling shoes is the baggage on your back that is a load you can bearly bear.
Yet you take a trip to somewhere you don't know, on a ticket you could not refuse to buy,
in the wish that sometime you will somehow stumble upon the passage that will get you by.