Could you? Would you? Should you? Do you want an outcome at all? Schrodinger can reveal the answer when you’re ready.

I grow by subtraction, sharpen when challenged, and vanish when assumed. I cannot be stored, only exercised. Measured constantly, yet never directly seen. What am I?

It can be true or false Facts eschew it, art welcomes it Some things are open to it , some are not It might show you the answer or it may misguide you

It holds no heat of its own, yet rises and falls with yours, and speaks only in numbers when asked how warm the world has become. What am I?

I’m owed by the crown, by the state, by the land, Collected with care or so all have been planned. I’m measured in numbers, in earnings and pay, But some slip the shadows and dodge me each day.