Futile the efforts,
chasing the rainbow,
always eluding,
always outside your grasp,
the colours that be
fading away,
never to be touched,
the pot of gold still elusive.
Then, as you flounder,
disappointment clouding over,
you realize
you are the rainbow,
shining with all the
vibrant colours,
the elusive pot of gold
is within you,
not yet unearthed,
The colours that be
fill your soul
to make you whole.