The blue light of the screen
Gives me results and ageing.
Can I work and not hurt myself?
Can I do science and stay young?
Can I connect and not irradiate my cells?
Conscious and curious,
I sit at my desk.
Like a blinded moth
I spin around in the middle air
Turning turning with no way to stop.
The excitement captured me
And I live the moment
With its silly giggles and ambitious prospects
For the future.
It is Difficult to see
What is behind my back
On this rare foggy day of summer.
I am stick on the present
and in the lack of memory of this grey cloud.
The direction is list for a moment
But the lighthouse is always on
Of data under the blue light
Or of people
Under the academic pressure
Doesn’t need to be taught.
Apparent and joyful to my eyes.
Sitting at the desk,
I can imagine its energy
And feel my skin vibrating.
I long for the sun
That neglects this office
To embrace those working open-air.