Cells and numbers arrange
In a logic reserved to few
And drawing lines
Suggesting actions.
The future is shaped
By those commas and exponentials
And from the numbers,
An innovative way of stepping comes.
Numbers talk
My lips cannot pronounce
The impact of these numbers
But only imagine it and suggest it
With metaphors and little confidence.
Numbers talk to me
And they swirl into a portray of our future
That hardly graphics can describe.
Control travel
I contract my muscles
Crunching over control
Of little Excel cells and tiny data points.
The scenario they picture
Is the natural reality
Or the translation of my expectations?
With a joyful papercup of Black tea in my hand
And a backpack of numbers and theories,
I travel through unseen possibilities and questions that hide treasure doors.
Stairs 2
A stream of endorfins
Sweeps me away
When I glance the results.
Enough to make the day
Precious
Although at the first step
Of the longest stairs.
Career and life.
Significant
Why do they hide,
The significant values?
Digits of no importance repeat
And vary with no logic
While I chase them
And they
Like rebellious sheeps
Refuse to assemble
And form the truth.
