Dust & Drizzle

[Verse 1]
The clock just spun a quiet, knowing turn,
My fingers trace the last word, softly learned.
A murmur from the speaker, "closing now,"
Outside, a silver thread begins to sow.
The streetlights blur, a gentle, hazy gleam,
Lost in the pages of this waking dream.

[Chorus]
Just me and this old story, stitched in time,
As soft rain taps a rhythm, perfectly prime.
The city sleeps, a gentle, quiet hum,
Another chapter closes, warm and numb.

[Verse 2]
Past shelves of slumbering tales, stacked in rows,
A scent of paper, aging, softly grows.
My breath a wisp, a fog on window's glass,
Hanoi's sharp chatter feels a lifetime's pass.
Just the soft patter, a pattern on the pane,
Washing away the day's last, lingering strain.

[Chorus]
Just me and this old story, stitched in time,
As soft rain taps a rhythm, perfectly prime.
The city sleeps, a gentle, quiet hum,
Another chapter closes, warm and numb.

[Bridge]
This silence, a new pattern, tightly knit,
My weary soul, content to softly sit.
My fingers linger, folding down the page,
A final scene, played on a fading stage.

[Outro]
One last soft sigh, the rain a steady beat,
My own small story, perfectly complete.