That's Final

I am as unique as any bright shining rainbow

Which is to say, I'm not.

To say I'd seen a unique rainbow, would be confabulatory rot.

A rainbow may differ in size, shape and location, but you'll notice its colours never alter.

Every one that's ever been seen, remains the same, without falter.

With every shade of every colour available for its hue,

A rainbow sticks to what it knows, in its seven colour 'do.

I dare say I doubt you've seen a 'bow with black or grey or brown,

We'd have to call it something else, like "The Sky Is Feeling Down."

People aren't all that different, if you'll follow my analogy,

Size, shape and location are unique, but the rest is A to Z.

Likes, loves and choices may give us colours to paint our lives,

But the palette we're all working from, does not in colours thrive

Consider carefully, what makes you stand out among a crowd,

But take a pause before you think of saying it out loud.

Does this element, this aspect, belong to you and you alone?

Or could it be shared by what another's experiences have sown?

You're not the first to have loved or laughed, or cried or fell or puked,

Or snarled or sneered, or joked or jeered or wallowed in bitterness, rebuked.

These colours of life have all been seen and done and felt and heard before,

Though circumstances change, you'll find the range is set forevermore.

It would be hubris, pure hubris, I say, to consider my life unique,

And yet you, I hear, respond that such an outlook seems quite bleak.

No, no, no, you've got it all wrong, this isn't a message of sadness,

To think I'm being miserable is simply abject madness.

First of all I'd like to say, and I think you might agree,

There's a fair few people out there in deep need of reality.

It's not hard to find those out there who live inside a bubble,

And to burst them quick with a gentle flick will ease them away from trouble.

But more than that it's good for all to truly sit and reflect,

On what this means about how we treat all others with respect.

Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet.

These colours together are how we identify it.

So a rainbow is what we call it, each one shares the title,

The colours are there, they never change, it's a rainbow and that's final.

Go grab a person, any will do, and their story will differ from yours,

But the core is the same, and it's no great strain to find the similarities in cause.

So much yelling and so much anguish over the things that set us apart,

I find it's the commonalities instead that give our lives its heart.

Whatever we experience, it's being felt around the world,

Through all of human history the same events will be unfurled.

Living, laughing, loving, crying, falling, puking, snarling, sneezing, joking, jeering, or in bitterness rebuking,

We see all these colours and more, and know upon what it is we're looking.

A person is what we call it, we all share in that same title,

The colours are there, they never change, you're a person, and that's final.

So no matter what brush a person is touched with, just get keep this in your head,

Their colours are the same as yours, and the rest is A to Z.