The Maze of Thought

In the maze of thoughts, I wander, lost,
A sea of ideas, but at what cost?
Each path I take loops back around,
Feet stuck firm on uncertain ground.

Desire to move, but roots hold tight,
Dreams flicker dimly in the depth of night.
A spark of will, yet drowned in doubt,
Trapped in silence, wanting to shout.

The mind, a storm, with no clear way,
Endless night with no break of day.
Yet in the stillness, whispers gleam,
A voice within that dares to dream.

So here I stand, within this haze,
Searching for the light, the blaze.
Even in the darkest hour,
The mind holds seeds of hidden power.