In the quiet hours when shadows dance,
The mind begins its restless trance.
A whisper of what could have been,
Echoes softly, deep within.

Questions rise like a tidal wave,
Seeking answers the heart can’t save.
What if paths were walked anew?
What if dreams were all pursued?

In tangled webs of might-have-been,
The soul finds solace, yet unseen.
Yet, midst the chaos, stars still gleam,
Guiding hope through every dream.

So let thoughts wander, let them roam,
For in their journey, we find our home.
Through the maze of night and fear,
The dawn of clarity draws near.