Life's Inhale

At the end of the rainbow there awaits A gleaming pot of treasure in gold Metaphors and fairytales As children that's what we are told At the end of the day there awaits A bed of silk and satin on which to lay Cause and effect of adult touchdown Purged when night turns to day A sanctuary or prison perhaps behind that day's end door A wonderland or a haunted house a dream-state allowed to soar I want to taste the sunshine and smell the rain I want to see the wind to set the world to sail I want to breathe the night and exhale the day I want to feel my life's inhale I want to feel my life's inhale At the end of the story there awaits A bounty magical to behold Metaphors and fairytales As adults that's what we are told At the end of the day there awaits A bed of silk and satin on which to lay Life's memories mosaically projected On the dream screen when night turns to day