The Lost Paradox
Take a look inside,
Both dead and alive,
How can we measure it,
If something is living, yet finalised?
Propose a second proposal,
Preferably pick a second one,
Work, well that's force over distance,
Yet how can we measure success?
Power is work over time but
It can be just and injust
Who decides control, no not I
It must be him on the inside
Laughing, so can I actually look inside the box..
Like a fidgety penniless ant ready for work,
Yes yes I'm hungry,hungry strong as an ox
Paradoxically held back, retaining an astute smirk
I get it now, needing no quarrels
It's the ways it's meant to be
If we find out truth we will pay schrodingers fury
Hypothesis: Not a chance of success.
Can I open, must I find out.
It will ruin me I'm told.
Accept the unacceptable
Copyright © Tadg Napier | Year Posted 2019