Wigner’s Friend
(A Quantum Paradox)
Two friends observe, yet worlds apart,
One sees collapse, one sees the start.
In this small room, truth splits in two,
One path is clear, and one remains askew.
The wave of chance, it flickers bright,
One claims the dark, and one claims the light.
But who is right, and who is wrong?
The quantum dance plays on too long.
What one observes, the other denies,
In separate realities, the answer lies.
Yet both hold truths or so it seems,
In fractured worlds of mirrored dreams.
A secret kept, a story bends—
Within this thought, reality ends.
So tell me, friend, what do you see?
Are we entangled, or are we free?
What is real? What can we trust?
Truth and time collapse to dust.
Your story ends, yet mine goes on.
At this moment, we’re both wrong.

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