The sun shine
But my fire is on
Angry and avid as ever.
Angry for the undetermined present,
Avid for the slowly coming future,
Both out of reach
Although in sight.
Future in the rain
Pointy and curious
The rain pokes my face
Carelessly
On a Monday of busy with procrastinating
My future.
Don’t stop,
It keeps me awake
and anchored to the present,
The only certain thing I have.
Next year
Powder sugar on the cake,
The last working day has arrived.
Fireworks in the lab
Are mysterious proteins and high yields.
They enlighten the way
And reveal the happy corners
in the winding sunny path that next year will be.
