Nothing urgent on my phone,
No one telling me to go.
Just a quiet kind of day,
And I think I like it this way.
Tea is warm inside my hands,
Sunlight stretching where I stand.
Even silence feels alive,
Like the room can hear me smile.
Maybe peace is not dramatic,
Maybe it is soft and simple.
Slow day, bright heart,
Maybe that’s enough to start.
I don’t need to chase the world,
I can let it come.
Slow day, bright heart,
Everything feels less so hard.
Maybe all I need right now,
Is a little sun.
Time is moving, but not fast,
Like I’m not outrunning life.
I can hear my thoughts more clear,
When there’s nothing loud to fear.
No performance, no disguise,
Just the softness in my eyes.
Learning how to let things be,
Without fixing everything.
Maybe peace is not dramatic,
Maybe it is soft and simple.
Slow day, bright heart,
Maybe that’s enough to start.
I don’t need to chase the world,
I can let it come.
Slow day, bright heart,
Everything feels less so hard.
Maybe all I need right now,
Is a little sun.
No big sign, no big surprise,
Just a softer state of mind.
Maybe calm can be enough,
Maybe light can do the work.
Maybe healing starts this way,
On a soft and quiet day.
Maybe all I need to find,
Was a little peace of mind.
Slow day, bright heart,
Maybe that’s enough to start.
I don’t need to chase the world,
I can let it come.