I jump eagerly from the fast lane
Of my thoughts and plans for the future
To the snail race we all cannot escape.
One by one we donate our powers
For the common good of the lab.
Is time lazy or my life stuck in common tasks
My stomach a fist
When entering the door
Of predigested decisions
And bland ideas.
The tiny speckle of hope
And possibility of self expression
keeps me going
In and out.
The Black hole is approaching,
Sucking me in with its energy
Of criticism and judgement.
I builds my personal joke
To laugh inside while I agree
To your pointing fingers.
No Black on me but only radiating music.
I live differently,
Comfortable and unique
In my spacious 1% of opinions,
Future wishes, and behaviour.
No stream against, just a beautiful panorama
I contemplate sitting
With you, boss.
And the crowd pretended not to know
The real reason behind the happenings.
Silent faces and thin smiles
Surround those who play dirty
And those who portray a reality
in sharp colours
Removing the tones that give joy
The expected reaction is easy to give
yet painful to live
as a sweetener in the coffee
It fools you for only a little while
While it makes you thrive for honesty.