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. |
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. |