Would be wrong to say
Oh I hate academia
I hate the person I am supposed to become
In this system
While unbecoming all that
Doesn’t align with me
This seems like an impossible mission
Leaving me in a perpetual dilemma
I’m happy
But I am not at peace
I‘m learning
But I am not progressing
Making a difference?
To myself, to the world
Even the best boss I could ever get
Couldn’t change the way
This system operates
Researchers need time
Time that is not used
Against them to
Belittle them, disqualify them
Creators are at the mercy of consumers
Yes the other way round
Would be ugly too
But science cannot unfurl at the
Mercy of anyone or anything
On days I get sick of watching
Science suffer
And me suffer along with it
Just because
We cannot hack time
Or space that can hold
Quests for true creations
And yet some people seem to
Manage
Manage creation
Creation, that is supposed to emerge from
The unknowns
Feels like a consolation prize that says
‘Thanks for playing’ at the end of it all
To someone who wasn’t in for the games.
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Well written this poem of protest against a society that has different values and priorities. I feel the disillusion and desire for something else.
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