Still Fighting

I like rainbows
the ones
that shine
through the gentle tears
that lightly falls
from the silent clouds
on a cool
sunny day
all those
beautiful colours
that seem
to merge
into one

Wondering
if there really is
a pot of gold

You see
these are the times
i go into
what one would call
a philosophy mode
nearing the belief
of understanding
Why
There Is
No Black
Or White