Some days I feel like a leprechaun at the end
On other days I feel like the one in search for the gold at the beginning.
Through restless nights and sleeping days.
Through cold lava and flaming snow.
Through the raining in droughts and clashes of waves in the sand.
Through the final exhale of the wind and to the beginning breath of fire
I am the rainbow.
Still yet moving in a thousand shades of colors only the eye can see.
I am the one in search of gold hoping to crack a landline of treasure in hopes of comforting my love.
I am the leprechaun greedy and waiting on what seems like an ancient tale of freedom.