Quantum Physics Is A Paradox Poem by Mark Heathcote

What is your aspiration?
Is it to find love and be loved?
What price this damnation?
In the sunlight or linden shade
Is it to find enlightenment?
Is it just for materialism?
To be enslaved, ambivalent!
Knowing matter, life, nihilism-

Rules our days that we subsist,
Exist, simply in the mind
That matter doesn't truly exist.
Our eyes these thoughts combined
It's only through observation,
Joined dot to dot, we exist at all?
Are you praying for salvation?
An angel, a God to hear your call.

Changing on viewing not viewing
Like the double-slit experiment
Are we really, dead or living?
Well-oiled on wine our merriment
Like dust blew across a sepulchral
Tomb wants its burial date moved.
Quantum physics is a paradox…
Its mathematics is greatly used.

It says friends we are not matter
There's no colour, so please desist
Matter, colour doesn't exist, remember
Your wife, your house they don't exist
Least not in the shape of matter
So could a solitary thought
Have my head put on a platter
Now, I am feeling overawed.

So colours do not exist
I too do not really, exist
And maybe a single thought
I thought would come to nought.
Will truly alter my destiny
Could, in theory, change the future?
And rewrite our history
Each thought a microcomputer.

Through the many-worlds concept
All realities, really do, occur.
If I just think, make me an omelette
My godsend will bring it with liqueur
Quicker than a TV cook does dinner
But guess what time doesn't exist
A blur that went by in a flicker
Your flame died, but yet we coexist.