Quantum Physics Is A Paradox

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.