Four Walls

Space is a Void

A freedom now denied

A place of distant memory

Without Space

Time has no Continuum

Dates are numbers

Hung on doors in a never-ending corridor

Today, yesterday, have little meaning

When you don’t know when they were

Four walls

An Event Horizon

Is it today?

And is today…

Tuesday?

You see, I’ve sort of…

Forgotten

And in the Heisenberg of today

I guess we’ll always be uncertain

Unsure…

I can measure where I am

Or.. I can measure how fast

I am travelling down

That Corridor…

But I cannot know

Where all my coordinates are

Except…

I guess they’re somewhere..

2 metres from the nearest wall?

 

Martin Addison – 20/04/2020