PhD ending

Few questions

and the stomach in the rollercoaster

Will summarise years in the lab

And ideas coming unattended

In the night, on a hike, talking.

A chapter closes and

Yet many answers are just blank spaces.

The value for a society

Are condensed in words

For an elite.

Assumption pain

Standing by the centrifuge,
Minutes are like stones i cannot push away.
Laying in the meeting room,
Simplified sentences hurt like ignorance
When dressed as wisdom.

Too cool

I am only bothered by your question marks
And your artificial doubts
That pose ridiculous installed on my way.
My voice is calm, my reason clear,
You will hear them
Until my coffee gets cold.