High hopes

This is the story of a PI who was once famous and well funded. But the economic depression and fierce competition drove him to anonymity in the scientific world



High Hopes

beyond the hallway of the lab where we worked when we were young
in a world of westerns and gels
our thoughts strayed constantly and without boundary
the ringing of the funding bell had begun

over the long years and down with the money
do they still fund our research?

there was a busy lab that produced good science
(but) publishing before time took our grants away
leaving the myriad of small papers tied us to the ground
to a lab consumed by slow paper-rate

the grass was greener
the lab was richer
with grads surrounded
the science of wonder

looking beyond the reports of the research flowing behind us
to a glimpse of how good was the lab before
steps taken forward but sleepwalking back again
dragged by the force of some bad science

at high point with the research published
we reached the glory that dreamed of stockholm

encumbered forever by poverty and funding decisions
there are projects still unfunded
our weary grads will stray to the horizon
though down this road they have been so many times (lately)

the grass was greener
the lab was richer
the projects were better
the years of wonder
with grads surrounded
the chancellor's prize glowing
the money flowing
the endless grant-giver

forever and ever



Forgive me Pink Floyd... Syd Barrett and Rick Wright RIP (don't let this disturb your peace)

Ramblings

Sleepless night
alone at home with coffee in a mug
talking to no one

reading old chats
going through old posts on blog
nostalgia takes over

revisiting old memories
looking at them from a new perspective
learning about myself

friends - some old some new
some lost in the past - some to be lost in future
memories last nonetheless

relationships
is life worth it without them?
some now past - some not yet present

was it always my fault?
or was it meant to be that way?
would it matter now to find that out?

child with a balloon in hand
excited at first but letting the balloon go
not realizing that its gone

are the bridges burnt?
is the possibility gone for ever?
is the future blank?

new beginnings await
nostalgia - however good it may be, is still past
looking at the road ahead

wish things were different
but would i wish for things to be this way if they were?
grass is always greener

these ramblings of a soul
one day i will look back at them and laugh
till then so long