What our future is made of, not destiny nor chance
in our mind only if could we have a glance

What of the future if one does not approve,
Then misery must follow as follow the groove.

If you want to know the future, don't ask a blue fox
Go find a doctor inside a police phone box

What you're suggesting my friend, seems to be surreal
a doctor still nice to see, but blue fox the real deal

Quantum mechanics and temporal physics to boot,
This blue fox isn't sure we'll ever get to the root.

Future never known, those are tides of probability and chance realms
all we can do is find those we love and hold them in our arms

TARDIS isn't quantum entangled, even though it's blue
Just don't feign ignorance and ask, "Doctor who?"

Strange quantum games you two both like to play
but a very simple theory may send all that astray

What strange revelations that theory may bring
When it postulates a universe made of one-dimensional string

In the end doth it matter if prediction we can true,
What truly matters is the people who love you.

Thinking in one dimension, how simple would that be
but see! even not timezone can't we three agree

Time is relative this much is true,
But no relative of fox that is blue.

As many as lot I know about the tones of blue
I confess what is the foxe's one I have no clue

Knowledge of hues and names,
Fox fails this but not most games.

RGB or CMYK, Hue or even Grayscale
nothing as the foxe's tail