Shared with W3 #183 – mystery.

Could we be quantum
under the bunkum?
Is the clock really ticking?
No one saw the moon.
Uri bent no spoon;
the mind is there for tricking.

The book that’s unread,
ideas never spread;
stuck in Zeno’s Paradox.
Paths we never walked,
thoughts flashed by untalked;
Schrodinger’s cat in a box.

It’s one hand clapping;
a deaf dog yapping
Says, ‘What colour is the sky?’
Unreal perception,
sold self-deception;
it’s the who, what, when, and why.