Twenty Minute Hours

Raindrops trace the window pane A silver script, a soft refrain Steam curls up from a porcelain cup The city's hum is giving up Dust motes dance in a golden beam Lost inside a waking dream The scent of paper, coffee grounds Just the quietest, softest sounds And the clock hands blur into a sigh As the afternoon goes drifting by Two hours feel like twenty minutes gone In the steady rhythm of this song

My thoughts align, the static clears Washing away the doubts and fears In this quiet corner, I can find A little bit of peace of mind A sleeping cat on a worn-out chair Sunlight tangled in its fur A stranger's pen across a page Turning a new and hopeful stage No need for words, we understand The quiet promise of this land A shared retreat from all the noise Just our own thoughts, our silent voice

And the clock hands blur into a sigh As the afternoon goes drifting by Two hours feel like twenty minutes gone In the steady rhythm of this song My thoughts align, the static clears Washing away the doubts and fears In this quiet corner, I can find A little bit of peace of mind The future's just a sketch right now A seed I'm learning how to sow But here the pressure falls away And I can just exist today

One line, one note, one simple truth The endless promise of my youth Yeah, the clock hands blur... Twenty minutes gone... Peace of mind... In the rhythm of this song...