My heart is boiling
of results that do not fit the expectations
and lines that do not want to walk straight.
My heart celebrates
that extra knowledge a simple mistake has revealed.
My heart dances
among the files on the floor
when nobody watches.
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.
The seed slowly dies
Until spring when with effort
Gives life to the plant
He always condensed.
No doubts or mistakes
He can make
And only that true plant
Lost in doubts,
I cannot grow.
The time a cake with the ingredients
became a cake with two ingredients.
The time the coffee break
And included a whole lunch break.
The time I knew my stuff
Yet my protein decided not to follow
The protocol in front of me.
The time when results were so joyful
And better than any published ones.
The same day I could not stop working
And tempting little questions
Kept popping in my head,
And I was in the lab until morning.