A wine glass full of sunflowers
I sit here, I sit there, I laze around
A photograph of a photograph
Stained with a peaceful stillness

A drop of crimson liquid, bit
By bit, leisurely, withering petals
That only one is left standing
Pondering, wondering, pondering

Sun colored life, of tranquility
A nice warm bath, that turns cold
A hot meal on the stove, reheated
Still, still I paint my room black

The hourglass teases me, mocking
Tick tock, tick tock, time passes
Many words flow effortlessly, sweetly
Sticky, like the candy in my mouth

Content, nevermore content
This silent serene is perilous, and yet
Yet, I can't escape it, motionless
This wine glass full of sunflowers