In the quiet corners of the mind,
Where whispers of doubt softly tread,
Lies a mountain of silent demands,
Pressing down with an unyielding hand.
The world watches with eyes unseen,
Measuring each step, every breath,
As the clock ticks its relentless pace,
A symphony of mounting stress.
Invisible chains bind the soul,
In the race to meet the sky’s edge,
Dreams become shadows of desire,
Lost in the weight of their own pledge.
Yet in this storm of unseen force,
A spirit rises, fierce and bold,
Breaking through the pressure’s hold,
To find new strength in stories untold.