Twenty Minute Hours

Raindrops trace the window pane A gentle, soft, and gray refrain Steam curls up from a porcelain cup Got my headphones on, world is muted, yup Notebook's open, a clean white page Ready to turn it, start a new stage The quiet hum of the cafe machine Fading out now, a distant scene And the clock hands blur into a dance Caught up in a focused trance In this rhythm, soft and low Watching all my ideas grow

Two hours feel like twenty minutes pass Underneath the frosted glass Yeah, the world outside can wait I'm in a deep, creative state Fingers tapping a steady beat On the keyboard, bitter-sweet Finding words that were hard to find Clearing out the clutter in my mind Sunlight's breaking through the gray Didn't even notice it was day The lo-fi loop, a gentle guide With nothing left for me to hide from

And the clock hands blur into a dance Caught up in a focused trance In this rhythm, soft and low Watching all my ideas grow Two hours feel like twenty minutes pass Underneath the frosted glass Yeah, the world outside can wait I'm in a deep, creative state Just the sound of the vinyl crackle Every problem I can tackle No pressure here, just room to breathe The simple truths that I believe

This quiet corner is my space Finding my own steady pace And the clock hands blur into a dance Caught up in a focused trance In this rhythm, soft and low Watching all my ideas grow Two hours feel like twenty minutes pass Underneath the frosted glass Yeah, the world outside can wait I'm in a deep, creative state