On my dirty bathroom mirror,
I look at my pupils.
I lecture them about sincerity,
Innocence, reason and faith.
Fascinating to see self
From sober and fair eyes.
Soothing to let a part of my mind
Curious to know why I always
Cross my conscience with her.
Grappling with plausible deniability
About the Schrödinger’s cat.
If I open the box and it’s dead
I will have killed it. Curiosity!
Still the angst turns my eyes to black holes
And betrays my pure intention.
The box gets kicked away.
We just lost nine lives!