Leashed and young

Just spent 48 hours under the sheets
Emerging to a world Unchanged
Still petrified about the future
Naturally put a tight leash on my imagination
That’s always one step from
Self destruction
A smile at a time
When life might go of-kilter
Off the rails
A high speed train crashing
And its not the Eurostar

Pulled up Capped Leashed
Tightly reassuringly back on orbit
Pull on the gloves then and
Work a different part of the brain
To stay young


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