A day in one's life

What is that for a life,
day in and day out,
working and working,
without any stop and any end.

It feels like turning the wheel,
without any stop in view,
without any normalization.

And yet it is so normal,
like the in and out,
and the ying and yang,
like everyday without any change.

How much do you learn when you keep doing the same?
How much do you grow, if it is always the same?

Is there a time where you cannot take it anymore?
Or is that the norm in all the world of change?

Going in your hedgehog house,
and staying there till death,
waiting till the dawn will come,
and you finally can breathe in your children pose?

It is sad to have live go by like that,
it is like an in and out without a stop,
it is like the ying and yang with a breath,
it is like the rhyme that never stops.

The rhyme that says: take me,
and do with me what you want.
Take me to the mountains and the valleys,
to the deep dives and the swim flies,
to the gardens of the universe,
and let me ripe there,
until I come back,
full of striving,
and wanting,
full of changing and encouraging.

To the world of staticity,
the world of sameness,
and the world of always the same.

What is that,
that allows for creativity?
For newness and new moments?
What is it for a world,
that allows you to never stop learning,
never stop graduating?

A world, where the birds become wings,
and the hedgehogs become soft?

A world where the rabbits say good day to the foxes,
and the whales let you ride on their backs through the waters of the light?

What is that for a world?
And will we ever find our world?

The world of learning and growing,
of changing and drifting,
of thinking and building?

The world of never stopping,
the world of never ending to create?

Is that the world we always looked for?
The world of creating?
Of creation?
Of inventing anew?

The world that brings alive,
and the world that finally,
finally,
we will be able to call home?