You see in multi-colour, but you never reach the sky.

You live inside this bubble you created to get by.

You see in multi-colour, but can never touch the sun.

A horse that has been hobbled, which will never ever run. 

The fear of condemnation, like a maddened staring eye.

The knackers yard sits waiting, blind and baulking at goodbye.

Run rabbit, run rabbit, run run run.
Run rabbit, run to the sun.
To the sun.

The fear of forgetting everything from summers past.

The thought there was no point to any of the given tasks. 

Run rabbit, run rabbit, run run run.
Run rabbit, run to the sun.
To the sun.

Run Rabbit Run (Part Two)

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