In the quiet of the night, my mind is never still,
A carousel of worries, a surge of thoughts to fill.
Each whispering doubt, a shadow in the light,
Overthinking’s whisper, haunting through the night.
A question begets a question, no answers in sight,
The labyrinth of my mind, a maze of endless plight.
Doubts and fears intertwine, a dance of endless spin,
The weight of overthinking, a battle fought within.
What ifs and maybes, a relentless parade,
Each thought a brick, in a wall thatâs been made.
The silence is deafening, the noise within loud,
Overthinkingâs shroud, a suffocating cloud.
Yet in the darkest hour, a glimmer of peace,
A breath, a sigh, the chaos to cease.
The mind can be tamed, the thoughts realigned,
A moment of clarity, a respite to find.