Physical touch as a surprise
Wakes me up in the lab.
Caught up by my brain activities
And passionate planning
I forgot my presence, my breasts, my curls,
My natural charm.
My forehead corrugated and my heart
longing for an experiment to end.
The impossible happened.
Fascinated by the job,
Addicted to the visuals.
I enter the loop and get lost
In my mental starry sky.
At the desk I can travel,
Learn insane details,
Join futuristic communities
And nobody notices
I am absent,
Yet still sitting.
One hand is occupied
Nu the heart and craze of coffee.
Cups shout a shop and an addition
But not mine.
I Reuse, I wash, my cup tells my name
And my will to action
Optimism spices up the adventure.
I see the end of it,
The ready text,
The comprehensive images.
I failed to picture the long nights,
I failed to picture the critics in my head,
I failed to picture the tired morning train,
I failed to picture the silent days in a crowded loud office,
I failed luckily also to picture
how high the wave of addictive
adrenaline would be.