The skin trembles under the UV-light
At the end of the sweaty experiment.
How much of me is needed
For answering a short question?
In this never-ending hunt?
To be recognized?
Your opinion is loud in your head
And will not rest
until it is shouted to those bosses.
The setting is absorbing the sounds
And the meeting proceeds
with no hype.
All are listening and pretending,
A few decide
On the apparent democracy.
Raising your voice is not welcome
And hiding your knowledge
behind a subtle question
might be your only expression.
Even on this tortuous mountain
In this dry day off July,
I feel you watching me
With Your magnifying lens.
Your rules are met
And my sweat will drop to the floor
At any minute.
Your lens makes you feel powerful,
Yet it burns me in my place in the sun.
Sunny day with a lazy face,
Stand by me and lull me through the hours
Of this nonsensical routines.
The door opens silently
And the imagination escapes
Into the bright landscape
Holding hands with my secret plans.
Your Chin is up and Your decisions conscientious
When everyday you try your best
And push your boundary
Using the recurrent challenges of everyday.
They told you s smile on the face
Makes you pretty
And helps you get along.
Competences and reliabilities
Are your companions
Yet they stop at the smile
And transform their superficial assumption
Into a belief.
Superficial attitude is what you give them
To stroll through the day
And now realize this masks you
And your serious approach to life.
Not just a smile.