Quantum Poetry

Quantum is marvelous, it covers it all
From laser precision to tunneling’s crawl
It measures your heartbeat, it guides your phone’s call,
But ask what it means and it hides in a wall.

Wave or a particle? “Yes,” it replies,
While winking seductively right in your eyes.
A cat in a box, both dead and alive,
A bet on the odds, not on how to survive.

Its numbers are flawless, predictions sublime,
It conquers the cosmos one function at a time.
But if you demand what it means underneath,
It hands you equations, then grins through its teeth.

It gives you the laser, the chip, MRI.
It answers with gadgets, but never says why.
Professors wax lyrical, smug as can be,
“Just shut up and calculate. Don’t ask to see.”

It laughs at your questions, it skips every test,
It’s brilliant at math, but hopeless at rest.
So praise it, adore it, then gently confess:
Quantum explains everything. Except itself, I guess.