Gracious with your thin arms,
You search your reserved seat
in this world
That makes preferences and fights
Your request is legit
But the effort is unusual to your muscles
And only time can guarantee you
In the dark I wake up
Hoping for a day of laughter and lightness
In front of the screen, behind the cubicle.
Nobody wants to offer their energy to the group
And unconsciously waits for the good Samaritan.
Come to work to get and grab
And not to give
You might preserve your inner balance
You lose a day to enjoy.
That current through the body
The sweat in palms
Announces me a change.
The dam opens when you don’t expect it
And manning the wave is difficult
But as it comes
Building a new scenario.
Always looking forward and nothing is enough
is the trap that takes the flavour away
from your pizza and the chat with your colleague.
A slow typing day, a smooth never-ending coffee,
and a thorough look out the window
gives the time to breath
and find a new horizon.
Transported on four wheels
Towards the place of amazement and rational enjoyment,
Where rigid ideas are tested
By creative minds.
The lab awaits me
With its shiny neon light
And silent atmosphere
For surprising me
Offices should be green
And not show the man-made concrete walls.
Science is asked be sustainable and bio-inspired
As its innovation.
In my structured artificial office no nature
I can imagine
And no physiology is sustained
Enough to start the process
To produce new ideas
Friendly to all.
Great ideas do not need justifications
In an ideal world
We belong to,
But too far away
From the research world.
Pro and cons of my possible next brilliant step
Crowd my head
While I have to invent also
The next ideal justification.