The Conundrum

They say an eye for an eye

But usually what we find

Is the person doesn’t have an eye

That is doing wrong.

A blazing saddle was left once

By a man that didn’t know how to ride

But when finally tracked down

He never even owned a horse.

Crying in the rain sounds beautiful

But honestly

Are you wiping tears away

Or simply the rain?

I was told once I was beautiful like a rainbow

Yet dangerous like a tornado

So I was both

People would quickly see the beauty

But be running like hell from the storm.