In the quiet hum of silent rooms,
Time drags its feet across the floor,
Moments stretch like endless threads,
Weaving patterns of unspoken gloom.

Eyes wander to the clock’s slow dance,
A restless heart beats in monotone,
The mind seeks refuge in distant lands,
But finds only echoes, hollow and alone.

Days blend into a seamless blur,
Each minute a weight upon my chest,
The world outside a distant stir,
Inside, a longing for vibrant zest.

Yet in this stillness, a whisper speaks,
Of hidden wonders in mundane scenes,
A call to see beyond the bleak,
To find the beauty in life’s quiet dreams.