A couple of glasses of wine later and I am in bed.

A couple of glasses of wine later and I am in bed.

All good.

Turn about

Is it too late

Minds once changed

So easily

Every day brought a new way

Of thinking

Or so it seemed

Until the truth was revealed

Opinions formed

As tightly creased

As bed sheets

Tucked in all the way around

Hospital corners

Until the outline

So readily defined

As to remain

Even though the bed

Lay empty

Do you realise

When you turn away

Another world revolves

Without you

It will not stop

Unless Shroedinger

Calls for a cat

With nine tails

To narrate

A tale of nine lives

Perhaps all

Or nothing exists

In real time

Everything is possible

Until it has gone

The way of Hadrian’s

Or even Berlin’s wall

Turn about

Before the fall.