We build a box where we exist
four walls, a floor, a roof, a door
and add a lock for our protection.
But in the end, what have we got?
To be closed off is not to live,
to just exist until we’re gone…
Shall we just accept our lot?
There must be more before we’re done.
Have we become Schrödinger‘s cat
existing both outside and in?
Exist we do, but to be fair
we may be trapped inside our lair.
Must choose our confines carefully,
for only we can understand
that balance between "caged" and free.
We’ve built a box where we exist
four walls, a floor, a roof, a door
its blueprint kept inside our head
waiting on some catalyst
to set us free before we’re dead.
© Ginny Brannan 2021
* In quantum mechanics, Schrödinger's cat is a thought experiment that illustrates a paradox of quantum superposition. In the thought experiment, a hypothetical cat may be considered simultaneously both alive and dead as a result of its fate being linked to a random subatomic event that may or may not occur. Wikipedia
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