Pudding
My glass is only half full
I can't see the forest for the trees
Why is it always Monday
I have to get up when I'm down
Truth is hard to come by
Facts are a bunch of lies
Faith is an illusion
I'm lost in a quantum soup
The writing may be on the wall
But the proof is in the pudding
A Quantum Sketch!
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Art et Poésie au Crayon Livre suivant (Art and Poetry with a Pencil Part 2)
PoetryThese are rhymed and free form poems that express my thoughts on art, science, philosophy, life, love, politics and death as told from a scientist's point of view in some cases. This is poetry book No. 8
