It is all too much

It is all too much

Anti-matter

Dark matter

No matter

Reverse engineering

Mirror microbes and proteins

Driving on the right

The left

Breaking wind

When it seemed

All I wanted to do was

Blow the bloomin’ doors off

Dressing down

In a changing room

Going to a bathroom

Rather than a toilet

Having a rest

For a while

After a night on the tiles

Living on autopilot

Without a black box

Which is always red

Living with cancer

When it is better

To throw it out

Live life on empty

When your glass is half-full

The older you get

The more you know

It is easy to let go

But generally,

If not in pain

The less you want to.

There is only one of you

Unless you are strung out on a theory

Positing otherwise

‘M’ is more than a spymaster

In the corridors of power.

Hidden or not

The answers could be better.

In the extreme

Unlikelihood of life after death

What will occupy the mind?

Without jeopardy

There is just Nirvana

Who were an average white band.

After a while

Even utopia would be an anticlimax.

There is only so much

Shangri La

To go around

Without looking for a way out.

Pushing the envelope

To go beyond

The limits of a paradigm

The twin paradox

Russell’s contradiction.

Boundaries are there

To be tested

Stop the world

Let me off

Perhaps I too could become

A fallen angel

Wide-eyed and wingless.