Harbor of Steam

[Intro] Soft steam rises, morning in slow bloom The kettle hums a patient tune [Verse 1] Tuesday wears a gray cardigan, nothing too exciting But the coffee speaks in whispers, guiding my quiet listening Kin to the dawn, I measure patience in a pour A line of amber, I watch the day become something more [Pre-Chorus] Tiny rituals, little prayers I neatly stack Breath in, breath out, color returns to the black [Chorus] This cup, a harbor in the middle of a road A warm small world where all the fragments slow Sip by sip, the ordinary takes its time to glow In the quiet, I find a place I know [Verse 2] I wipe the desk, I breathe, I hear the clock unwind The steam writes stories only the patient find Murmurs of caffeine weaving calm through thought Tuesday's weight dissolves into the warmth I caught [Pre-Chorus] Tiny rituals, little prayers I neatly stack Breath in, breath out, color returns to the black [Chorus] This cup, a harbor in the middle of a road A warm small world where all the fragments slow Sip by sip, the ordinary takes its time to glow In the quiet, I find a place I know [Bridge] The steam halos the room like a soft balcony light Small victories rise, turning wrongs back into right [Chorus] This cup, a harbor in the middle of a road A warm small world where all the fragments slow Sip by sip, the ordinary takes its time to glow In the quiet, I find a place I know [Outro] Patience pours, the Tuesday fades to ease I sip and drift where simple moments seize