The Uncertainty Principle
He is a formula I cannot trace,
a textbook logic that is full of flaws.
I see the reason written on his face
but cannot calculate his shifting flaws.
He'll solve a problem with a cool, calm mind
then shut me out to think things through alone.
I find it stings to get the cold shoulder,
faced with a wall where nothing more is shown.
I don't get him, yet somehow I do.
I feel his moods before he says a word.
And every clever theory I thought true,
Turns upside down and becomes absurd.
He makes total sense until he starts to move;
a grand conundrum that I wish to prove.
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