Died Down

I just saw a seagull swooping down

The sky's flat blue and the sandstone's standing round

Like it's baking in the desert sun

The cars are humming by like a scale on a piano

I'm getting warm in my window

I like this kind of time when life moves slow

I did two things today to make me feel productive

I spoke to someone with the same thing on the brain as me

Somewhere to be a chair with a view

A teapot in a hovel a prodder or a shovel

To dig the earth

I've got a blank page and a bed I can make

I've been trying to love the mornings before anyone's awake

I'm waiting for my life to be summed up in five

I'm wondering what the drive is, the drive to stay alive

I'll never get this day back, but I'll waste it anyhow

There seemed to be some heat about my life a while back

But it's died down