paradox

the simplest impossible, 

I've only been affected 

by anything other 

than affection

The only plan made

was to never have 

anything planned

I've only been 

perfect at living as 

an imperfection

The only thing I

understood was how 

much I didn't understand.

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 Schrodinger fury

Hypothesis: Not a chance of success.

Can I open, must I find out.

It will ruin me I'm told.

Accept the unacceptable.

-Mr. 733