In the quiet of the night, when silence reigns supreme,
My mind becomes a battlefield, a place of restless schemes.
Questions circle endlessly, doubts take the lead,
In the labyrinth of my thoughts, I plant each anxious seed.

Every decision scrutinized, every word replayed,
The echoes of uncertainty in the shadows stay.
What ifs and maybes dance, a relentless tide,
In the sea of overthinking, there’s nowhere to hide.

I seek the solace of clarity, a moment of peace,
But the storm within rages on, it never seems to cease.
The future looms uncertain, the past a haunting trace,
In this endless spiral, I lose my sense of place.

Yet in the dawn’s first light, hope begins to gleam,
A whisper of calm, a fragment of a dream.
With each breath I take, I strive to find my way,
Through the maze of overthinking, to the promise of a new day.