Slow steps to work

No bacteria will make me rush,

No ppt will control my steps

And slowly as a flat balloon

I will slide on the floor

And reach my desk.

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Train catcher

Rushing to the train
Is an art on its own
That only with intelligence you can master.
Quick and instinctive my steps
used to accelerate behind the illusion
Of being the first.
I was crashed and let alone on the track.
I learnt too appreciate each step
That with consciousness I stamp on the ground
And can guide myself faster to the station.

Timeline exploration

Straight and thin
My timeline takes me through days and encounters
Without looking back
Only giving and never taking.
I walk it sometimes confident,
Sometimes perplexed,
Often dubious of keeping the right pace.
Always straight yet extending
between points of personal development
And thickening at times to give me time to adjust
To the new faces
that the heartfelt decisions of yesterday have brought
In this sterile office.