Crystal

Regular and precise
Like a shiny Salt Crystal
Feel the changes in the air around me.
Melting away I let my energy spread
While strongly I hold on to the skills and ideas
Hiding inside but not vanishing.

 

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Burning in/out

Noise and broken sentences
Crawl in my mind
Worrying why the job I used to enjoy
Is now a reason off dark dreams and tears.
Have I seen a part of it that disgusts me?
Is it just this broken environment I am in?
Is it inside me? Is it the situation?
I reject the whole package
And my life gets impossible,
and gets on.

Lab lamp

In the dark of the lab
My results come to life,
Fluorescent lines under the lamp.
Loneliness and suspense
Are my companions
Until the story can be told.

Crash in the lab

The echo of clashing experiments
Fills the lab on this windy day.
The dream result
has left everybody standing speechless
And everybody with a broken heart
after days of efforts.
Impulses take over and the youngs predict a ruin
While the seniors know
Another hunt had just started.

Motto

A new motto is born
Out of focus and relaxation.
“Fast and precise
Between coffee breaks”
To feed the science
And the creativity
Every minute
enjoying academic freedom.

Inside outside

The scientist in the lab
Jumps from points of questionable certainty
To platforms of tested reality.
Her hands find no peace
Until the final answer has been reached.
No rest she knows outside the lab
When stimuli come from the unpredicted
accidents of involuntary chaos
In life.

Look ahead

Head up, looking straight
I don’t feel the ground anymore
And I am projected in the future.
Motor on, glasses clear,
The gear is ready
But the destination far,
Unknown and magnetic
Pulling everyday one inch more.

Happiness in the lab

Professional happiness
Does not reflect in your life outside the lab.
Topics of research are specific peculiar issues
Of almost no importance to those who cross your way
Or share your restaurant.
Telling life a tale your work to a fresh new ear
Brightens up your spirit of young scholar
And reactivates your brain from its winter sleep.

Chasing what

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.

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