They say there’s gold beyond the rainbow,
Beyond the liquid crystals.
I say our minds are driven,
Driven by our wicked sight.
I’ve seen beyond the rainbow,
It's colored black and grey.
The sound of harmful screeches,
Echoing between the nonexistence
Are they still willing to seek the gold?
No fear, of what is yet to unfold?
The fairies and mountains,
Grasshoppers and butterflies,
Fled over the rainbow,
And took their vow
They left behind a saying:
“Oh gold, where art thou?”
