Treasure Island

Matthew Holloway

(10 June 1978 / Cheshire, England)

Run rabbit


Run rabbit
~
Repeat et nauseum
You've been here before
The old familiar story
Nothing changes
The same words echo
Now meaningless
Like a distorted routine
Playing out once more
You easily predict words
Knowing every phrase
Still it carries on
Like a rabbit in the headlights
Blind
You continue
Repeat et nauseum
Something tells you to run
Before you're run over again
Driven down the old road
Expectation falters
Once again there is this
De ja vous
The story well known
Characters and words
Etched into pages, over read
Numbing the senses
Everything must change
To escape
From this storied tale
Lest it begins again
Repeat et nauseum
Run rabbit run

Submitted: Monday, February 04, 2013

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