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.