In the stillness of the night,
When the world is fast asleep,
My mind begins its restless flight,
Into the depths, so dark and deep.

Every thought a tangled thread,
Weaving webs that have no end,
What ifs and maybes fill my head,
An endless loop, no time to mend.

Questions without answers clear,
Fears that whisper in the dark,
I wrestle with each doubt, each fear,
Till morning casts its first bright spark.

Oh, to find a moment’s peace,
A quiet place where thoughts can cease,
But in this storm, I find release,
In the endless dance of thought’s caprice.