WE talk of work, we speak numbers,
Hiding our personality behind white shorts
And grey skirts.
The day passes and I don’t recognize myself.
I listed my past curiosity
and what my hands can do with passion
To return myself at the end of the day.
Goosebumps
I will not reveal my strategy
Or show on the face my real desire
As your greedy need for success
Will step on me.
I see through your manners
and your calm voice
I the goose bumps take me back
To what is important
Outside this office
In a rare sunny day.
Smile mask
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.
