Twenty Minute Hours

Raindrops trace the window pane Neon signs bleed through the haze Got my corner table, headphones on Watching the last of the daylight fade Steam uncurls from a ceramic cup A quiet promise to fill me up The world outside is a distant hum Here's where the real work has begun And the clock hands blur to nothing Pages turn and thoughts just flow In this lofi kind of comfort Watching seeds of progress grow

Two hours feel like twenty minutes Lost inside this gentle sound No more ceilings, no more limits On this quiet, hallowed ground Keyboard clicks a steady beat A soft rhythm for my shuffling feet Underneath the table, out of sight Keeping time in the fading light The smell of coffee and old paper books The focused calm in passing looks Everyone's in their own small sphere All the pressure disappears

And the clock hands blur to nothing Pages turn and thoughts just flow In this lofi kind of comfort Watching seeds of progress grow Two hours feel like twenty minutes Lost inside this gentle sound No more ceilings, no more limits On this quiet, hallowed ground Look up from the glowing screen A different city, a different scene The moon is high, the street is wetA chapter's done, but I'm not finished yet Didn't even notice the sun descend

This peaceful moment, my trusted friend And the clock hands blur to nothing Pages turn and thoughts just flow In this lofi kind of comfort Watching seeds of progress grow Two hours feel like twenty minutes Lost inside this gentle sound No more ceilings, no more limits On this quiet, hallowed ground