Did you ever find the end of the rainbow?
No
You got old and stopped caring.
Did you ever get that wish from blowing on countless weeds that looked like candy floss in the garden?
No
You grew up, you abandoned them, and you became a cynic
The silver tongued chicanery of mentors convinced you with science the true nature of rainbows
A homophobic dinosaur, long of tooth and resentful of his own lost youth convinced you that magic was for fairies
And just like that rainbows turned into nothing more than droplets of moisture hanging in the air
Secret wishes of giggling delight that once took flight to a far off land became a pissed off glare staring at a weed spreading its pesky seed over my manicured lawn
And I grew resentfully into myself
An adult
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