Idea Rabbit

The Idea Rabbit that's in my head 
Tries to jump and break free 
Only to be grabbed and shot down 
Back to me 
By my elastic anxiety 
It falls so far into myself 
That only the ladder of modern science 
Can help it back up 
Cause where it lies in the darkest pit 
Of my claustrophobic purgatory 
The place where all ideas go to rest 
Uneasy for eternity 
Unless it finds the ladder 
The Idea Rabbit is dead.

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