I found a Utopia; It doesn't matter what it means

Rainbows, I’ve not seen a one,
Except when I was reading on TV. Philosophy is to look
And say, what does that mean? So what does that mean?
I can assign meaning to sets,
Empty even, our greatest gift, to create thought and let it manifest,
By God, we can do that oh so well. Reality shifts to the left day by day,
What’s my job? Create a metaphor to help you see? I’m having a crisis,
We all are, because the palace is ending, I thought it out in a dream.
Why no profanity? Let me create: sluck. To sluck: to create a thought,
Let Others feel it, Others follow, and create an abstract house, which can convince.
Oooo, complexity arouses, maybe just language’s fault? Is this a poem? Yes, discuss.
Do it your own way, fly away little bird, and die in the ocean of your dreams.