It turns and comes back
Today, tomorrow, whenever I watch
This situation of stall
That keeps me wandering and idle.
Time is circular
When problems are involved
And very linear when moving forward is difficult.
Get this physics.
Knees at the chest,
Facing the first sun
While the hunting thoughts of the night
Another today starts
And with open arms
I welcome its schedules
But long for its situations of apparent impossibility
Where my mind is lit and
Rushed to a personal solution.
On the surface of a storming ocean
Is the shakiest way of transport
Through the day.
Like a cat on a sailing boat
I always my eyes are high
To the faraway land
And my heart feels at home
Only when a fish lies in front of me.
Green Food as a panacea to the waves
And the wind
That poke me on the journey.
Delight is in the small things,
In the vivid color of solutions,
In the panicky stirring of a magnet,
In the regular wobble of a shaker.
Brief moments staring at the beauty
Rewards you for the effort
And make you chase your scientific elegance.
Why do they hide,
The significant values?
Digits of no importance repeat
And vary with no logic
While I chase them
Like rebellious sheeps
Refuse to assemble
And form the truth.