Three tiny suspension points
Keep me hanging from a finger
From my desk.
The text was succint
and the short sentence closed
By a point
But i cannot find the real meaning
That those carefully chosen words
I will not reveal my strategy
Or show on the face my real desire
As your greedy need for success
Will step on me.
I see through your manners
and your calm voice
I the goose bumps take me back
To what is important
Outside this office
In a rare sunny day.
Here is your beauty
In your ironically serious questions
And your questioning the status quo
At each moment.
You adjust your believes
As you go along your way
And the difficulty is for the others to follow
And understand the trajectory
By connecting the dots.
Does not reflect in your life outside the lab.
Topics of research are specific peculiar issues
Of almost no importance to those who cross your way
Or share your restaurant.
Telling life a tale your work to a fresh new ear
Brightens up your spirit of young scholar
And reactivates your brain from its winter sleep.