At The End

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At the end of the rainbow,
At the end of the light show,
We search high and low.
For many years, we’ve been told
That there could be a pot of gold.
So, we embrace its appearance,
It gives us that little bit of hope
long after the storm is over.
People long to reach it,
Long to get to the other side.
Maybe it’s the thrill of the unknown,
Or reaching there on our own.
But it could just be an optical illusion,
With an uncertain conclusion.
Some of us will soon realize that
There are days the sun will shine,
We’ll reach the end of the rainbow
and see that nothing is promised.

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