To deliver a sliver of Heisenberg diced
And prepared for a salad to tweak geek delight
Is no kind of existence to nurture one’s soul
Unless gain through the mundane is one’s only goal.
I can know where I am now, and that is alright,
But my rate of momentum becomes sacrificed.

Simply by the same token, when I’m on the run
About business and stress over time that remains,
I can’t know where I am ‘til I take time to think.
Yet as soon as I do that, my speed takes a blink.
If I knew both at once, I’d be freed from all chains.
Then I’d know what I’m doing… perhaps having fun.

It is tricky to know things that aren’t to be known
Because nature prevents me from breaking its code.
It’s not that I’m not sharp enough. It’s that I am
The same as my perceptions in this hologram.
I can approximate, when momentum is slowed,
Just about where I should be. That I can condone.