Your pipettes are still smoking
And your notes on scrap paper
When the holidays arrive.
A feeling of incomplete and guilt descends
While you leave the long concrete corridor.
your mind rushes
to plan and refine elegant experiments
Not to waste time
While your bikini awaits you.
You try to follow
But cannot grasp the subtle logic.
A simple experiment
Marked my day and my work forever.
Will that results define me? My career?
Will this topic be me forever?
Changing road is hard,
when success strikes.
Scientists to succeed
Avid writer of peculiar stories
With no suspension marks.
And fighting mistrust
They put the borders of knowledge
A bit more on focus
At each excitement.
Pushing the border a step each,
They are solitary fighters
In a worldwide effort.
I see your young eyes investigate the lab
Still blind to the unsolved forms
In each corner.
The will to learn comes with a fear
and a personal journey
That is never considered and hard to predict
Your basis is solid yet green
Holding promise for us all
Too old but not too naive not to be still afraid.
In the folds of small papers
And in the bars of your graph.
Superscientist runs and calculates
With hands and mind
Digging for gold in a pile of errors.
Superboss imagines and visualize
The scene behind the corner
Before tomorrow comes.
SuperStudent looks deep and polishes
The corners that unattended bring shadows to the investigation.
Caring today and imaging tomorrow
Make the story.