Conclusion of chases for bigger rainbows; the never finishing sought afters. Discontentment fed with unkindness of human nature like hunger growing in a snake lurking for prey. Gliding through dissatisfaction; now starving.

Just like how the book of mercy closes in on me, nothing else sets aside for happier thoughts; none in exception. Hysteria, all I hear. Confusion races between conflicts. Optimism vacant; no room for redemption

Me happy - you happy. Mutual exchange or sacrifice? I know not from here.

My pot of gold awaits at the end of my rainbow.