Twenty Minute Hours

Rainy season on the glass, a watercolor grey Steam curls up from a porcelain cup and slowly fades away Headphones on, the world goes mute, a gentle vinyl hiss Got a mountain in this notebook, starting with just this And the clock hands start to blur into a gentle, steady flow In this quiet corner kingdom, watching ideas grow It's the lofi beat that's syncing with the rhythm of the rain Making two hours feel like twenty minutes, washing out the strain

The cursor blinks a patient beat, a steady, waiting friend Paragraphs unspool like thread, from start until the end The clatter of a distant dish, a softly closing door Are the only sounds that tell me I'm not dreaming anymore And the clock hands start to blur into a gentle, steady flow In this quiet corner kingdom, watching ideas grow It's the lofi beat that's syncing with the rhythm of the rain Making two hours feel like twenty minutes, washing out the strain

Look up from the glowing screen, the page is filled with ink The sun is setting, soft and low, gives me a moment just to think About this peaceful solitude, this focused, easy space Found a little piece of magic in this ordinary place And the clock hands start to blur into a gentle, steady flow In this quiet corner kingdom, watching ideas grow It's the lofi beat that's syncing with the rhythm of the rain Making two hours feel like twenty minutes, washing out the strain