I'm flinging my battered fist at the stubborn wall
But as the cracks grow the cement only thickens.
Turns out quantum mechanics is as tall a story
With lyrics as it is with cats.
In all honesty the wall stands firm, submurged,
As the pounding message rebounds and recoils,
And I stand, foiled once again by my own flimsy sword
Wishing I'd chosen a fence.
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