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.
Gloved hands
Allow your inner quiet to reach the surface.
Incredible discoveries are born in silence,
Are adopted by the enjoyment for life,
And take life in your gloved hands
in the lab.
