Doubt

Doubt
Hitched its trailer
And it latched on tight
The cuckoo in your tidy nest
The weight unbalanced
Ballast you must offload
If only you had a spirit level
To wield with surety
And pliers to unhook
To roll the needless
Down the hill
Oh and you wouldn’t look back
You’d hear the collision
And see the splinters
Errupting
From the corner of your eye
You’d feel the weightless
The body in salty brine
Raised to safety
Shoulders back
No longer burdened
While doubt would lie
Broken, impotent
So take my toolbox
I’ve plenty to share
Have my levellers
Take my saw
And hammer
I’ll steady the trailer
Hold the binding tight
You cut and pull
Tear and rip
And we’ll heave the trailer
Out of view
Together

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