In the lab you are not the priority

I cross the glass door

And another set of rules

Sits on my shoulders and shouts.

Hands are hesitant,

the risk analysis is fast,

The location controlled,

My breathing not a priority anymore.

Time escape

Rediscover the minutes
Passing unnoticed while you work.
Annoyed by waiting times,
I waste the gift of those small breaks
Daydreaming me out of the lab
And laying me on a silvery beach,
At least for a while.

Art in the lab

Hard life in they lab
Where hard materials and soft dreams
are tested
I don’t feel I deserve
Your pastel smiles and encouragement
When my data are a Pollock
And my protocol a rollercoaster.
Be there and keep quiet
To watch the show.

Forecast

Research Planning is forecasting
What shines on that crucial moment
When your hands start moving
And your mind keeps quiet
For once
To follow the steps of the protocol
You wrote.

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