I twist my time
Advocating for everybody
Ok this synthetic office chair.
I forget my story,
While I actively and furiously write it
Reach moment.
Frustrated by inaction,
I surrender to fantasy.
Tag: expectation
Holiday mirage
I count the days
And the minutes seem not passing
To the first day of holiday.
I convince myself that each day is Friday
Yet the story is not finished
And another episode comes with the sun.
Homecoming
Those eyes whisper my reward
After an intense day of fight.
They secure my hugs and promises
for the future.
Many hours waiting for this moment
of appreciation and safety
In our home.
Pacing independence
I pace the institute
With restless steps
Leading nowhere.
Regular and focused
They fill the time
Until the age of knowledge will come.
