Golden Soul

She had a young head filled with no perception
And lies composed in misconception.
Clouded uncertainty and abysmal dreams
Of foggy hills that housed unheard screams.

Searching for truth in a world so impure
Leads very often to internal war...
Head versus heart, body versus soul
And more confusion than one can hold.

Wish as you may and wish as you might,
You can guess yourself...but you may not be right.

We walk around as fakes and live up to our peers
When all we really want is for things to be clear.
Finding ourselves is the hardest of all
So we put up a fight, knock down a few walls...

But in the end, I think half of us die
Not really living...just trying to survive.

...But I want to know myself through and through.
I want a mess of colours - red yellow green blue.
And just where that is, I think I might know
It's waiting at the end of a perfect rainbow.