the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

all i can do is laugh.

because if i dont laugh. i feel like.

ill do something ill regret.

i guess in a way. seeing things for your own eyes.

makes things easier to understand.

because you dont have to imagine the what if?

but what if you only get a snippet of what is there.

then the stories become epic sagas.

the urban myth about the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

fits in perfectly with what i saw today.

i mean, does it exist? doesnt it?

i guess i saw for my own eyes that its just a piece of shit lie.

that people tell their children to make them feel better about something.

such as the rainbow.

or the fucking tooth fairy.

or fucking santa claus.

everything is a piece of shit lie.

people lie.

its only human?

people change.

its only human.

i guess whats most important to each and every single individual

is the importance of one self.

and everyone else can go fuck themselves for all we care.

a little white lie?

is a fucking lie.

a big fucking piece of shit lie.

is a fucking lie.

but i guess lies dribble out of our mouths as easily

as if we were breathing.

its what makes the world go around.

but. i still fucking want to believe.

in the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

because if i cant see the good

in life.

in people.

in dreams.

in the world.

all im left with is a pessimistic piece of shit person

that views this world in a realistic yet sadistic way

so in order to not become scum of the earth.

or walking trash.

i hope one day.

i will fucking believe in the pot of gold.

at the end of

the fucking

rainbow.