When

I can’t decide
have I lived or died
trapped
inside a plastic tent
or
bubble
trouble is
I never could,
decide I mean

other things seem
matter of factly
the cotton town
munitions factory
the day out at the
local spa
which was never far
from her,
the girl next door.

but have I seen
what’s optimum?
while working two ’til ten
seven days a week
playing hide and seek with
sleep, but making
a bit of time to make some
children
I can’t decide
and
it might be a
tad too late now.

© 2018, John Smallshaw.