I found myself in the old curiosity shop
Looking for something strange and different
The owner said how about Schrodingers cat
I said did not curiosity kill that?
He said its a paradox unknown
Alive or dead its something you can still own
I said no.
He said how about a spider I have living in a parlour
I said do I look like a fly?
He said you can be anything you want to be
I said I have no desire to die.
I looked further searching for something new
But everything was old
And paradoxical in truth
I said have you got a quantum box
So that I can think outside it
Maybe it will inspire me to think of something new
He said I sold that only yesterday to a Jewish man with wild hair
But I do have a super string theory residing over there
I stated I do not have any needs for a bunch of incomplete theories
All grouped up into one.
Feeling rather down of heart and feeling rather glum
I saw a dust covered book on existentialism
And said have you got a theory for being and nothingness
He said Satre took that one today by his own authority
So I decided it was time to go home and started to leave
When I saw a quantum paradigm staring back at me
I suddenly felt exited and said is that paradigm something you would like to shift
He said for my friend most certainly
And I decided to take it
And as the paradigm shifted so did my quantum space
Now I find myself in Shambala on a Buddhist holiday.