Drops from my forehead
Fall gracelessly on the paper
And reminds me of the time passed.
Late in the night,
I will remember only the joy and the childish dubious faith,
But now the effort is real
And the struggle in my mental muscles.
Taken by a day-long search
For an explanation
To the behaviour of those pet molecules
It is easy to live like in a dream.
Floating over samples
And graphic statistics,
I breath only when the picture is in focus
And has defined borders.
I try not to Forget those little questions
And wanderings
That add corners and colour harmony
To data.
I see you love me, science,
Through your perfect curves and colourful graphs
In which support is screamed
About my brave ideas.
I read you love me not
When the night falls
On me alone in the lab
Chasing in a round
The long awaited answer.
The echo of clashing experiments
Fills the lab on this windy day.
The dream result
has left everybody standing speechless
And everybody with a broken heart
after days of efforts.
Impulses take over and the youngs predict a ruin
While the seniors know
Another hunt had just started.
The scientist in the lab
Jumps from points of questionable certainty
To platforms of tested reality.
Her hands find no peace
Until the final answer has been reached.
No rest she knows outside the lab
When stimuli come from the unpredicted
accidents of involuntary chaos
In life.
Memorise the path
But do not look back
Because only the future is under your influence.
Old results are set
And no new hypothesis can affect them.
New ideas shootout
when you are not watching
But You will be present
To guard their evolution
With Excitment.
