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.