My arms are crossed
And my thoughts far away
When the bell rings.
The day is over
Or does it start?
I head home and fill the last hours
With tenderness and personality
Until the sleep comes
And my heart holds a list
With minute-long experiences and small memories.
The work revolves around
With a touch of nonsense and void.
What makes sense to me
Is not a peculiarity and of no importance
To the reasonless pressure and optimization.
I will observe and learn,
I will stick around.
Those shy corners and shiny ampullas
Surround me and hide.
My search is today personal
And of the highest importance.
Glassware of finger-size collect and mix
While I look through
with patience and focus for my karma.