Always on the move

Complete translation of the poem by Ingmar Heytze:

 

Everybody needs to be at some place,

anywhere except from here,

where everything flows.

 

In movement lies the city,

as emptiness between here and there.

 

Houses where a stranger lives,

dreams that are dreamt by another person.

 

Places to go to,

or to move away from.

 

What a noise

in all those heads!

Everybody needs to be somewhere.

 

 

Seen at Leidseweg, near Utrecht Central Station: one of those places where everybody seems to be in a hurry.

 

I wonder: how would the world look like if we would all slow down? And act a bit more like human beings instead of human doings?

Done