Steam of Monotol

Manotol The morning fog clings to the windowpane Steam curls, a quiet flame in the cup Monotol sits with a weathered name, listening to the mug [Verse 1] Steam rising like tentative plans, slow and small Outside, the street yawns, a pale, patient sprawl Monotol breathes in the dark, finds a note in the steam That says: maybe today, maybe not, but I'll begin [Pre-Chorus] Questions float around the rim of the cup What is courage when the world won’t hurry up? He counts the coffee rings, little maps of time Trying to chalk a map of use from this quiet climb [Chorus] Keep steady, Monotol, in the hush of dawn Feet on the floor, a vow to carry on Breath in the bitter, breath out the unknown Here, in this mug, he gathers his own throne [Verse 2] The clock ticks soft, a distant drum of now He tastes the warmth, a small, stubborn vow Thoughts drift like steam through a windowed door To the edges of a day he’s still learning to pour [Pre-Chorus] Memory returns in rings around the cup A childhood street, a stubborn little luck He smiles at the bite, at the quiet ache And pulls a plan from the steam’s pale lake [Chorus] Keep steady, Monotol, in the hush of dawn Feet on the floor, a vow to carry on Breath in the bitter, breath out the unknown Here, in this mug, he gathers his own throne [Bridge] If fear is a shadow, coffee is light If doubt is a tide, he learns to write Small rituals, small choices, day by day Till the world feels closer in the neon grey [Chorus] Keep steady, Monotol, in the hush of dawn Feet on the floor, a vow to carry on Breath in the bitter, breath out the unknown Here, in this mug, he gathers his own throne [Outro] The steam finally clears, the sun leans in Monotol rises, the moment begins again