[Verse] Coffee rings on my notebook's face Morning light fills a quiet space Pencil scratches a steady beat In the soft hum of a rhythmic retreat [Chorus] Drifting clouds over paper skies Under this lamp where potential lies A world of thoughts I start to weave In the silence where I believe [Verse 2] The clock ticks slow but I can’t complain It syncs with the tapping of my brain Fingers trace the lines I draw In every scribble I find no flaw [Chorus] Drifting clouds over paper skies Under this lamp where potential lies A world of thoughts I start to weave In the silence where I believe [Bridge] The drip of the brew whispers my muse Every second is mine to use Lost in the melody of this hour The pencil holds a quiet power [Verse 3] Shadows stretch as the sun leans low Pages filled with a steady flow A soundtrack for a quiet quest Where my mind finds its peaceful best
