Kyoto Hours

Window pane, a silver streak Neon blush on a city cheek Steam curls up from a porcelain cup The quiet hum is turning up Vinyl crackle, a gentle hiss Sealed inside this gentle bliss The beat just loops, the thoughts align Two hours feel like twenty-nine Minutes passing in the haze

Of these unhurried, focused days Yeah, the work just flows, the mind is clear While the lofi track is playing here Keyboard clicks, a steady rain Washing clean the doubt and strain Pages turn without a sound Lost and perfectly profound The world outside just fades to gray As the rhythm pulls you far away

The beat just loops, the thoughts align Two hours feel like twenty-nine Minutes passing in the haze Of these unhurried, focused days Yeah, the work just flows, the mind is clear While the lofi track is playing here Look up now, the clock is blurred Every single whispered word Is just a part of the background song

Right where you've been all along In the zone, deep and slow Nowhere else you have to go The beat just loops, the thoughts align Two hours feel like twenty-nine Minutes passing in the haze Of these unhurried, focused days Yeah, the work just flows, the mind is clear While the lofi track is playing here