Proud and waiting for its start,
I take my credit card and promise
To embark on this new journey.
A group of strangers
Are brought together by language
coming from far
but already coming closer.
Honesty prize
My unicorn cup is filled to the brink
Of tiny Endorphins and foggy fear
When i start my day.
I will collect rusty coins and colourful tokens
For each time I say the truth
And my face doesn’t lie.
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.
