The Arch Of Hope

I run non-stop.

Disoriented, terrified.

I see things, I see people,

Such different life stories.

I feel hidden sorrows,

Unfulfilled dreams,

I see torn sheets

In an unopened sky.

Unemployment!

The prying eyes were left behind,

Failed loves,

Broken promises,

Uncertain destinations.

the passing clouds

when the persistent sun rises

They dissolve in heavy tears.

The seven colors arc is born by magic

Enlightening despondent souls.

I now see light and hope,

Everyone runs somewhere.

They know that whoever seeks always achieves,

Maybe a place where you can still dream.

Lost, people look for a way out,

the seven colors of the rainbow

give direction to their own life

And show the way to a happy destination.