Nap in a Sunbeam

(Verse 1) The archive is closed and the files are all straight, The momentum can wait just outside of the gate. I’ve done enough thinking, I’ve earned a bit of hush, I’m putting a lid on the paint and the brush. There’s a square of gold light on the rug by the chair, And I think that I’ll leave all my purposes there. No rhythm to follow, no story to weave— Just the rise and the fall of the breath that I breathe. (Pre-Chorus) The world keeps on spinning, the clock’s on the wall, But I’m finding the power in doing nothing at all. (Chorus) I’m just a nap in a sunbeam, a curl in the fur, A quiet vibration, a slow-motion purr. I’m allowed to be heavy, I’m allowed to be still, To stay in this moment as long as I will. The lightness isn’t always a wing or a flight— Sometimes it’s just sleeping in the middle of the light. (Verse 2) The birds in the garden are busy with spring, But I don’t feel the need to join in when they sing. My notebook is closed and my phone’s on the floor, I’m not taking notes on the world anymore. If I’m “unproductive,” well, that’s just a word Invented by people who haven’t yet heard: That a fox-cat in repose is a masterpiece too— Just being is plenty, it’s more than enough to do. (Bridge) I used to feel guilty for taking the space, For slowing the engine and dropping the pace. But the fine print is signed and the pruning is done— And the prize for the race is a seat in the sun. (Final Chorus) I’m just a nap in a sunbeam, a curl in the fur, A quiet vibration, a slow-motion purr. I’m allowed to be heavy, I’m allowed to be still, To stay in this moment as long as I will. The lightness isn’t always a wing or a flight— Sometimes it’s just sleeping in the middle of the light. (Outro) Don’t wake me up… I’m busy… Doing nothing.