On a lonely early morn,
Before the sunrise brings the dawn,
Schrödinger is up and on his bike.
I know his thoughts, I do alike.
A signal turns RED to his astound,
But he is the only soul around…
Does he stop, or does he go?
Take a guess, you’ll never know.
He does both, of course!
Very nice verse, BTW!
In fact, he is in a superposition of doing both, until we look to see. Then the waveforms collapse and he "chooses" whether he ran the light or not.