Dear Bunny

I love you bunny,
I hate this job
The people here act macabre.

I’ve ventured too far
Into the world of the mundane
Five minutes without you
Drives me insane.

I speak when I should listen:
Was born to die
I want to be with you
So I can be revived.

To be with you is
To feel alive
Even though we are mortal
And we all slowly die.

Though we all are mortal and over ages we will die
I am thankful for every hour of the day
We call our time.