A girl sits silent beneath the skies,
With stars of wonder in her eyes.
Her heart, a map of roads untread,
A thousand dreams within her head.

She longs to dance, to sing, to soar,
To walk through life and seek much more.
Yet shadows whisper, soft and low,
"Stay where it’s safe; don’t let it show."

The weight of doubt, the chains of fear,
Hold her back though the path is clear.
The world outside calls loud and true,
But voices within say, “It’s not for you.”

Oh, how she yearns to break away,
To chase the dawn, to seize the day.
But every step feels bound, confined,
By unseen hands, by her own mind.

Yet deep inside, a spark remains,
A rebel flame that shakes the chains.
One day, perhaps, she’ll rise, set free,
And claim her dreams, her destiny.

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.