In the quiet corners of the night,
Where shadows whisper their tales,
Lies a burden unseen, yet felt,
A pressure that never fails.
Stars above seem to watch,
As dreams are forged from whispers,
Yet the weight of unspoken fears,
Binds the heart in silent tears.
The world spins with relentless haste,
Each moment a fleeting chance,
Yet beneath the surface calm,
Rages an unending dance.
But within the depths of this storm,
A strength begins to rise,
For in the heart of pressure’s core,
Lies the power to reach the skies.