In the quiet hours, my mind begins to churn,
A symphony of doubts, relentless and unkind.
Each thought a whisper, a shadow in the night,
Overthinking, a thief, stealing peace from the mind.

What if the path I choose leads only to sorrow?
What if the dreams I chase vanish with the dawn?
Every decision, a mountain I must climb,
Overthinking, a storm, where clarity is gone.

I replay moments, searching for hidden clues,
Analyzing words, actions, in endless review.
The weight of what-if, the burden of why,
Overthinking, a maze, where escape is overdue.

Yet in the heart of chaos, a glimmer of light,
A reminder to breathe, to let go, to find peace.
For overthinking, though fierce, can be tamed,
With each calm breath, the mind’s storm can cease.