In the realm of quantum foam,
where particles entangle and roam,
I find myself lost in the haze,
of probabilities that never amaze,
My life is a tangled web of fate,
where every decision is a probabilistic weight.
Like Schrödinger's cat in a box,
I'm trapped in a world of uncertainty's box,
Where every door leads to a different route,
and every choice is a probabilistic fruit.
My entanglements are a never-ending maze,
where every step forward is a quantum phase.
In this realm of many possible worlds,
I'm searching for the one that's unfurled,
A path that's clear, a choice that's bright,
but like a quantum wave function in flight.
My entanglements swirl, a maddening dance,
where every outcome is a different chance.