The man who was fed up with the world,
the man who was fed up with living,
the man who was fed up with people,
in a life of more taking than giving.
The man who was tired of it all,
the man who finally cracked,
the man who stood right on the edge,
deciding to step forward or back.
Is that the best you can do?
Are these the only colours you know?
Each time it appeared, he'd rant at the sky
and berate the complacency of the rainbow.