The Lost Paradox

Take a look inside, Both dead and alive, Simultaneously? 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 Acceptance. 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