Practice Poem 2: Little White Rabbit

Oh little white rabbit the path you take is quite linear.  Your destination is indecipherable and never imminent.  You're quite keen at going forward and never back.  One thing that is lucid is that you running away from me is never going to stop.  For such a thing would be barbaric because everything would crystallize and be stuck where they are for all eternity or until you begin to run forward once again.

Oh little white rabbit do you ever watch where your going with those little peepers of yours.  Your journey of guiding others forward almost always seem to lead them into turbulent situations but in the end you would heal their wounds.  But what could be lurking at the end of your eternal journey?  A scrumptious meal perhaps or a warm place to rest your tired bones?  When you reach the end will be manifest or will it be as confusing as a old man who only speaks in innuendos or in awkward inflections?

Oh little white rabbit I sometimes like to watch the clock be a testament to you and your endless journey.  History, a subject built around you, teaches us how you purged, disbanded, and eroded many things in this world.  For example, the holy roman empire, the idea of segregation or small pox. History, also, teaches how the new age pierces the old age with change. It also teaches us to look forward and wonder if your continuous journey will one day bring everything to a gratuitous end.