The lab follows you
And no weekend exists for the inquisitive mind
That roams and takes notes
Trying to taste the hidden juice
Of each moment of the day.
The pattern starts with a little quotation
The topic is unknown, yet familiar.
The first answer is a cherry
Asking for the next one
Even redder and delicious.
The treasure hunt could never stop
But the day is short
The life full
my interest very personal
And the curiosity satisfied
No window is open enough
Or garden fresh sufficiently
When you are on a hunt
And curious to poke nature,
There is always a step forward.
Tiny snails, reason vapour, atmospheric dust
Ageing bananas, mysterious taste of sausage,
Hardening soap, menstruations pain,
Everything pushes a question forward
And a foot forward
No plans, no agendas, no reminders
When work is curious
And colleagues are stimuli.
Targets are just bites for you
Who anxiously dreams how the whole cake will be
And how the story will end
Another day has passed
Through my clicks and my printings
In the busy lab
Who looks forward.
Lab animals feed on planning the future
And snack on tiny bites of promising mistakes
While the mission proceeds.
Grown to become
The octopus of life
Juggling the objects that keep a life fun.
Tentacles in books, in food, in the forest
Search and grab the unusual
Of a million objects.
Limitation is frustration.
Sticky noise that follow me
In the lab and in the office
Is the fruit of envy or pure curiosity?
Fake smiles hurt me
And make me raise the fence
And my suspicion.
The dark side of science is here
To poison the good spirits.
Curious like a weasel
I find my sneaky way to experiment
The hidden question
In the back of the mind.
Curiosity keeps science alive
And gives its players the rules
While moving always the goal.
Hiding and chasing
Each day is a step
While the direction forms at the horizon.
The unknown is always there
Written its power and its curiosity
It pulls you towards the edge
Of knowledge and creativity.
The call is rhythmic
And white noise to a life in science.
You cannot avoid it
And you fear where out takes you.
My monster wants to look forward
It craves for novelty and answers,
For stories well told.
I feed it articles and newspapers,
The opulence of the Internet makes him choke.
It rests when my questions are set
And written down for walking to tomorrow.
Like a beetle I crawl
To the frontiers of the mind
Searching for new words
Asking for new images
And demanding sharper feelings
To describe and feed
My inner curiosity
And my hungry monster.
A new philosophy arises
On the way to work,
On my expectations and demanded achievements.
Not every day is a success
And I sip frustration even more often
But I will keep on working
And approach this desk everyday
because tomorrow is coming
And I am so curious.