Rainbows are seen by the many I knew,
Those who chose to ignore them are few.
Light is seen by many,
So little darkness, if any.
The eyes see only what they choose,
Reality is only seen when they lose.
The mind believes what the eyes see,
Only in blindness can it be free.
Rainbows are not seen in the night,
The eyes ignore all that causes fright.
Rainbows are what most choose to see,
Imprisoning a mind that cries to be free.