Contemplation

Sitting next to a black hole of meaningfulness,
with the sunflower waiting for the laboured sun,
Out of its hiding from the midnight fun,

The opaque screen diminishing the brightness,
Gloom of the darkness never messing with the cheerfulness,
A threat of deluge from heavens above,

Still the effort without chagrin,
To sway in the direction of the miraged attraction,
No Knowledge of the extinguished flames of fire,

And the chance to reach the pinnacle flushed,
But not the hope to bloom,
Gently smiling at this contemplating beholder,

Quizzing on how things have panned out!
The gleeful words My life is no shit,
Ringing all over with his hands holding a banana split!!!!