In the stillness of the night, shadows grow,
As whispers weave tales of what might be,
The mind a tangled web of endless flow,
Caught between dreams and reality.

Silent echoes of doubt take flight,
In the corridors of a restless mind,
Each thought a fleeting, flickering light,
Seeking peace that’s hard to find.

Questions spiral in a ceaseless dance,
With answers hiding just out of reach,
Overthinking becomes a trance,
Lessons the heart struggles to teach.

Yet in the chaos, a quiet strength lies,
In the understanding of the unknown,
For even in the labyrinth of the skies,
Stars guide the lost back home.