8 May 2012
Feel like an elephant,
Walking on a tight rope.
Look like an immigrant,
Overflowing false hope.
All the little houses,
Glowing in the darkness,
Neon track suit graveyards,
Seem a little heartless.
Parked against a tree trunk,
Flashing black and yellow,
It's hollow and the wind blows,
A siren whistle bellow.
Strangers in the moonlight,
Kissing, so shy and coy,
Familiar little giggle,
Bleeding from a tin toy.
Rabbit come,
Rabbit go,
Rabbit isn't here anymore.
He's lost his way,
He's left behind,
Some say even lost his mind.
Did you know that these are the greatest days of our lives?
Rabbit • Opuss № I