In the quiet hours of night, thoughts arise,
A storm of whispers, swirling in disguise.
Questions linger, shadows in my wake,
As the mind wanders paths it longs to take.
The heart beats fast, in sync with fears untold,
A dance of doubt, in the silence cold.
Seeking solace in the moon’s soft light,
Yet finding only echoes of the night.
In every corner, worries find their way,
Crafting stories of an uncertain day.
The mind, a maze of endless turns,
Where every answer only fuels the burns.
Yet in this chaos, a truth unfolds,
The strength within, a tale yet bold.
Beyond the storm, a dawn will break,
And with the light, new paths we’ll take.