Something Similar

There was always a reason. And always a way to frame it on the wall. Pretty pictures of the bright green grass with several animated figures on top. I try my hardest not to call them people; it seems inappropriate. There was always a reason and always a truth to be found at the end of the rainbow. It is at least as real as the pots of gold. It needs to be understood. I don't want this to happen. But it never looks any better to me. Perhaps I never really tried. Perhaps I should stop. Or something similar.