pizza with sugar

Oh dear Subversive attitude

That pushed me put of bed

And makes me still feel

like a pizza with sugar,

Like a chest served frozen,

Like a promise with crossed fingers.

You Changed me

and make me feel out of place.

Respected but subject of curiosity,

Innovation gives me a glow.

Reason on me

You try to follow

But cannot grasp the subtle logic.

A simple experiment

Marked my day and my work forever.

Will that results define me? My career?

Will this topic be me forever?

Changing road is hard,

when success strikes.

Life change

The variables have changed,

Rearranged on a new order

In this life of unknown value.

Today a new road has been taken

And I am energized

As never before.

Office magnet

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.

Unexpected twist

In the middle of the transition,
A day of hope arrived
And the line of life takes a twist.
Unprecedented and unexpected
I find myself dreaming fearful
Of a new daily routine
and a new company.

Autumn fire

Autumn surrounds me
And brings warmth and reasons
Worth its orange destined leaves.
The colours of fire
Bring life into a nature soon to rest.
Time will come
That the hopeful green
Will surprise me.

Autumn vibes

Get up and get inspired
In this opaque autumn day
That has nothing reserved in its poor pockets
Just for you.
Grab these dead red leaves
And colour your way to work.
Get spinned by this wind of change
And hold on
To those who know love.

Role expectation

I split the cake personally
And the authority surprises
The old minded seniors.
I take charge and put my stamp
On situations of clichés and prejudice.

Diapason day

I feel today like a diapason
Vibrating to the light and dispensing
a push to change inside.
Shaken and torn
The others move and progress.
Here I am in the boring train
Vibrating through the night.
No finger coming closer.

Change league

I sweat alone
While my feet are tapping
And yearn to join the game.
The game is familiar
But I have played it for too long.
Rules are tights jackets
And the ball a long known relative.

Joyful moments

Wearing a dress,
Finding an old friend,
Discovering your name in a protein sequence
Are moments that pass quickly
But leave a mark
Between the boring yesterday
And the smiling now.

Moving on

You tell me to move on
Without complaining
Not to ruin the image of your reality.
I will step out
But my opinions are sacred,
Laid in a basket inside me,
And they will be written if not told.
Reality passes quietly and silent
and I needed time to give a name
to all the happenings.
I hate labels but they give the right words
to tell the story
I do not want to forget.

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