In the quiet of the night, whispers begin to rise,
Questions without answers, beneath the moonlit skies.
Thoughts like shadows dance, in restless, endless streams,
Chasing fleeting answers, in a world of fragile dreams.

Every choice a labyrinth, each path a winding road,
A mind that seeks to wander, beneath its heavy load.
The silence roars within, a tempest of the soul,
As overthinking weaves its web, beyond my control.

The heart beats in rhythm, with the ticking of the clock,
Time slips through my fingers, like sand upon a rock.
In every whispered moment, lies the weight of endless care,
Caught in the spiral dance, of thoughts that always snare.

Yet in the dawn’s soft light, a promise of release,
A gentle call to balance, a moment’s fleeting peace.
For in the chaos of the mind, a quiet strength is found,
To rise above the noise, and find the solid ground.