In the quiet hours of the night,
When the world is hushed and still,
My mind begins to wander,
To places dark and filled with doubt.

I question every action,
Every word I’ve ever said,
The echoes of what might have been,
Haunt my weary head.

The weight of endless possibilities,
Weighs heavy on my soul,
As I journey through the labyrinth,
Of fears I can’t control.

But in the dawn’s soft light,
I find a moment’s peace,
Knowing that the shadows fade,
And worrying must cease.