Again today I am inside this so called
box, unchanged perhaps, but who
is to say, not you, still Schrodinger’s cat.
Don’t bother to ask if I am dead
or alive, for like the Master Daowu, you
can bet that I won’t say, so there.
And do not assume I know what I am,
for if I were dead, I’d hardly know it
and what guarantee is there that
I’m actually alive merely because
I think I am, or is it that I think
I think that I am, it’s all so Descartean
that I’m never quite certain, so let’s just
assume that old Schrodinger was right,
I’m alive and dead, and leave it at that.