In the quantum dance, where particles play,
Through slits they glide, like shadows of the day,
Two by two, we count them in line,
Yet the math reveals a truth that can’t align.

2 plus 2, we see as four,
But delve inside, there’s something more,
A tango of ones, a blend anew,
The twos transform, like morning dew.

In the realm of four, the twos dissolve,
Intertwined in waves, mysteries to solve,
Each initial pair, a puzzle of fate,
Bound by probability, an altered state.

2 plus 2, we see as four,
A dance of ones, we can’t ignore,
The twos reborn, a chance to see,
A world where certainty is but 1/6 probability.

While inside the four, a dance divine,
Each single one finds its own line,
A union of chance, a cosmic breeze,
In this quantum waltz, all logic flees.

In particles’ play, reality bends,
The twos that return are strangers, not friends,
In the world of waves, what we behold,
Is a music of math, untold and bold.

2 plus 2, we see as four,
But look within, there’s always more,
A unity of change, a cosmic spree,
Where the simple math of life turns to mystery.

(M.W)