I am hollow inside …

No feelings to hold me down;

I'll go where the winds take me –

Wandering, forlorn, through eternity.

A never-ending quest

For that elusive pot of gold

At the far end of the rainbow.

A rainbow of life, of love,

Of my many-hued dreams.

And the treasure I shall find

At the end of the rainbow

Is an elixir – an elixir for the soul

Called hope, called faith …

As simple and as beautiful

As a child wishing on a star –

A fallen star …

My heart asks – why?

Why a fallen star?

Does no heart ache for

Its anguish, its agony?

The anguish of defeat,

The agony of descent.

Yet the world wishes upon it,

Imploring it to listen, to notice,

To act upon their desires.

Destiny can only do so much.

Falling stars may not listen.

It is I, my deeds, my thoughts,

The essence of my being.

That shall guide me forever

To that coveted pot of gold;

The realization – the sweet realization

Of my many-hued dreams …