What is on the other side of the rainbow,
a colorful bridge between near and far?
Is it a land where a promise made is a promise kept?
Travel there is a conveyance of character
with truth as its noble passenger,
a promise spoken its fuel.
It does give cause for reflection.
Is the land over the rainbow just fantasy,
or a place where my word is real?
Do I speak a promise with fingers crossed,
little half truths to appease for the moment,
or fail to keep a promise if it costs me too much?
Oh can I or will I travel over that bridge to far
where I will keep a promise no matter what it takes?
Or am I just living on the near side of far?