U.T.A.H by William Parkes

On my way back
To my flat pack flat
I saw a red bus
With a film poster on the side
Reminded me of the passage of time
Running away
Every day
Every grain like sand through my hands
I clench my fist
But can’t hold on
Can’t hold on to anything long

They say the mind moving fast is slow
They say the mind is the aspect of intellect and conscience
The spur of destiny
The axis of existence
But I don’t want to spend it
Searching for shoes
Or watering a rose that will never grow

And the waves are coming in
And the waves are going out
I can see and hear the water
Smell the rain
Drink in the shadows
See and hear
Smell the rain
Drink in the shadows

And everyone I love
Is everyone I lost
And everyone I kiss
Is everyone I miss

And the waves are coming in
And the waves are going out