In the quiet of the night, my mind awakes,
A restless sea of thoughts, turbulent and vast,
They swirl and spin like leaves in autumn’s grasp,
A ceaseless cycle that never seems to pass.
Each thought a thread, weaving intricate tales,
Of futures unwritten, pathways yet unseen,
The weight of choices, heavy as the gales,
Binding me tight in a web of might-have-beens.
Shadows grow longer, doubts begin to creep,
Whispering fears that echo in the dark,
In this labyrinth of mind, no solace, no sleep,
Only the endless dance of thought’s stark mark.
Yet in this chaos, a fleeting glimpse appears,
A moment of clarity amidst the storm,
A gentle reminder that though the night is near,
The dawn will break, bringing light and form.