Office distribution

The static office
Leaves little room to the spacious personalities
of its inhabitants.
Little ants with black backs
Collect and reposition
Inert Objects within a superior map.
Protected by their hard exterior,
Their inner stay sky might remain untold
But always at reach.

New path in the forest

Don’t abandon me
In this green forest with hidden lives and rumors.
The sun its high and the heat a curse
For an animal like me
Whose skin is gentle and the soul pale.
With no reference and no voice,
Only a new path is possible
And of already started behind me.

Invisible research

Outside the window, people are rushing
Like salmons against the stream
And stretching their pink heart for man-created stresses.
Nothing is visible inside the lab
Where mentally free educated adults
Move and snoop the behaviour of molecules nobody else would see.
Research as the hunt for the invisible,
the getting lost in nanometers,
And drown in a cuvette.