Lonely

The dark and silent corridor tells me I should not be here,

the lab is no place for night-owls and lays traps on your way.

My samples are ready and biology does not wait

for a sunny day or a cheerful colleagues to be present.

I take my numbers, throw my work once it’s done,

and head to the starry outside where lonely I head home

full of energy and grateful.

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