77 – Still Lifes

In racecar stars as they race 
Time & Space - that's one place 
To awake; instead I stand still - 
The same brush still painting 
Still lifes of still valleys 
Reaped by still scythes when 
I should be painting seeds to sow 
& to water daily & to watch grow 

There's so much & more 
So why here? 
I've been here before 
So why again? 
On this messy room floor 
So why wake up? 
Infinity in the skies 
So why these eyes?