Run

Run little rabbit run,
don’t stop for truths that get in the way,
they’re all just crap in a crap cliché 
Ignore them all and run, run away
 
Run like you can, 
and hide from what’s been
If you run fast enough, you can’t be seen
no one will know, the break will be clean
and you’ll be left to run little rabbit, run
on your little rabbit running spree
 
Run little rabbit run, don’t take any chances
Ignore the helping hands and the dire circumstances
Don’t try to sort and make things better
Life only wants you to be his debtor
so run, run instead from burden’s red letter
 
Run, run from those who would hold you back
Run, run now that you have the knack
Run far away and far from what you know
Run little rabbit from your little rabbit home
Run little rabbit and you’ll not notice you’re alone.

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Pam Knapp
lives in the UK’s rolling countryside of the Sussex Downs, close enough to London to feel the heat, far enough away to avoid being burnt. Optimism is her greatest asset. Her most recent writing can be found in Dreich Magazine, Green Ink Poetry, Owl Hollow Press, Vocivia and Pure Slush.

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