The escape hatch

Thoughts are difficult things

And the more we pluck

The more they appear

Always from the same bunch

Which is fine when they’re happy

And not so much

When they are not

And I’ve found you can sit there in the thick of thorny things

Like some sort of room

Without windows

Confined within

Or change the scene

Get busy elsewhere

And soon enough a window appears

To jump through

Escape from

And then go on about the business of the day


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