In the quiet of the night, a whisper turns to roar,
Thoughts cascading, crashing—endless, more and more.
Each worry a thread, weaving tapestries unseen,
A labyrinth of echoes, where reality grows lean.

Shadows of what-ifs dance on the walls of my mind,
Each step a falter, clarity so hard to find.
The clock ticks louder, a reminder of time’s cruel jest,
In this endless pondering, my spirit finds no rest.

The heart races, caught in a web spun so tight,
Every choice a burden, every path a blight.
Seeking solace in the silence, yet finding none,
For in the realm of overthinking, peace is never won.

Oh, to break free from this cerebral snare,
To breathe in ease, to live without a care.
Yet the mind circles back, a relentless tide,
In the labyrinth of overthinking, where I forever reside.