The springtime blooming just outside
A sparrow perched on a branch
A melody heard for the first time
Plucks at my heartstrings unforeseen
Incense burning
I let down my hair
Gazing at the unfamiliar soft light
That shines upon a morning paper-flat
A flock of sheep chasing shadows cast by clouds
Say anything to lull me to sleep
An empty philosophy realized alone
Then put into practice
Slowly rising
A Sunday, all on my own
Gently reflecting, slowly recollecting
As the sugar cube floats, fleeting in time
One cup of respite, two feelings of fret
A time, beyond time
A gentle, empty room
A thousand and one indecisions
Unwilling to miss out, yet unable to fully commit
Time to bury my head in the sand and forget the world
To be greedy, to be simple
Until a new moon sinks to the bottom of the cup
Still looking for that something new
A Sunday, all on my own
Slips beyond the horizon
Like the nameless long night
Are you alright? My thoughts flicker
A time, beyond time
A gentle, empty room
As the sugar cube floats, fleeting in time
Melted away, and back to tomorrow — so full of unknowns