Metamorphosis

This human thing has its own way of informing metamorphosis.
First, an idea appears and takes root.
Then there is an innocent inquiry:
"What is this thing?"
After that, damage is done.
You become the changing force.

Emotions rise, but the ship sails on.
The day's chores are infused with new questions.
Longing is no longer submerged.
You live the answer even while looking for it.
What does it take to further this thing?

You cannot work harder to process it.
You cannot manage, or imagine it.
Danger says: "This cannot be the right way."
But there is no plan for this human thing.
All the necessary forces will come to work today.