Maintenance Work

An empty piece of land sits empty and lonely;

One day a building starts to go up in a strange journey

A foundation is laid, a frame is put up.

Plumbing, electrical and ducting,

Some more framing and sheetrock to tie it together.

Lights come to life, they start flashing.

Paint and ornaments appear slowly,

the day arrives, the building is open in a grandiose ceremony;

It is done, some would say.

No; the carcass is up with functional capabilities, the structure itself needs maintenance and care, if left to its own accord, the earth will reclaim its life, leaving it battered and torn,

short-fuses will happen, walls will crack and pipes will burst.

Same goes for your mind, body and soul.

Constant work, one push here receives resistance on the other side

Do we give up? No, we just give it a good try.

We grow, correct and maintain a steady pace,

until our own walls and pipes burst,

until the ground swallows us whole,

until the earth reclaims our body,

As to the mind and soul?

I have no idea where they go

Another day will arrive, time finally catches up and we are no more.

It is tedious, relentless work,

but life is beautiful even when its an eternal chore.