Tokyo Blur

Raindrops trace the glass pane, a slow, steady race Steam from a porcelain cup, warms this quiet space Neon signs are bleeding, colors soft and blurred Lost inside a textbook, every single word And the clock hands are swimming in a hazy, gentle dream It's the Tokyo blur, a silent, flowing stream Two hours feel like twenty minutes, drifting on the sound With my head down in the pages, a new world I have found

The shuffle of a stranger's coat, a whisper of a sigh The smell of paper, ink, and time that's drifting by A distant train is humming a low and rhythmic beat Syncing with the rhythm of my heart on this lone street And the clock hands are swimming in a hazy, gentle dream It's the Tokyo blur, a silent, flowing stream Two hours feel like twenty minutes, drifting on the sound With my head down in the pages, a new world I have found

The city sleeps, or maybe it just holds its breath for me This little bubble of focus is all I need to be The work just flows like water, no effort, no unease Just the gentle rustle of the turning of the leaves