Schrödinger’s Cat,

Is it alive or dead?

My new self,

Is she blue or red?

Blue in melancholia,

Red in passion,

But the gray area

Is purple in ration.

I work in loops of

Unsatisfactory growth,

Praising myself along the

Path to my undying oath.

I work to be better,

Be different in every sense.

What will become of the girl

Who couldn’t jump the fence?

She’s still attached

By a string of silk

To cut her off feels like

A choice to bilk.

I am two sides of the same coin,

Not knowing the outcome of the toss.

Feeling two things at once

May not be a total loss.

It is the blue not settling

For anything less than red

That causes my resilience

To run my ambitions to the end.