In the quiet of the night, a mind wrestles with itself,
Thoughts spinning, endlessly swirling, like a stormy sea,
Seeking answers in the silence, where none are to be found,
Lost in the labyrinth of worries, a prisoner of uncertainty.
The clock ticks on, each second a reminder,
Of time slipping through fingers, like grains of sand,
Memories and fears entwine, a complex tapestry,
Weaving stories of what was, and what might never be.
Eyes wide open, yet seeing only shadows,
Every decision dissected, every word replayed,
Echoes of doubt linger in the corners of the mind,
Overthinking turns moments into endless echoes.
Dawn breaks, light filters through the window,
A new day begins, yet the mind remains entangled,
In the web of thoughts, spun by the nightâs relentless grip,
Seeking peace in the chaos, a heart longing to be free.