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.