18. Rainbow

The colors of yesterday
The poems of tomorrow
The lines of the past
A rainbow bathes in sorrow
From blue to red to green to pink
Before your eyes, they're just a blink
Before your eyes, they choose to change
The life you know, it is so strange
A rainbow should inflict happiness
This one, to me, just seems so lifeless…
I wish I could touch it again
Just as I did a dream ago
I wish I stayed there, like their fan
Gazing rainbows, like a man!