Beneath the calm, a storm does brew,
In silent hearts, where shadows grew.
The weight of dreams, not yet fulfilled,
In quiet minds, tension distilled.

The clock ticks on, a constant race,
Each second lost, a fleeting grace.
With every breath, the pressure mounts,
Inward battles, no one counts.

The world demands, and we comply,
Yet inner peace, we oft deny.
In seeking more, we lose our way,
In endless nights and weary days.

But in the stillness, there’s a light,
A whisper sweet, to end the fight.
To find within, the strength to be,
Unbound by chains, at last set free.