In shadows deep where silence starts to creep,
The weight of striving drapes like heavy mist.
A clock unwinds, its hands in thoughts that sleep,
Yet echoes shout of goals that can’t be missed.

With heavy hearts, the weary wander home,
Each sigh a ghost of burdens barely shed.
The stillness cracks, like ice beneath a dome,
As fates collide—the old self’s left for dead.

What flickers now—a thought, a fleeting spark,
The world spins on, though I’ve unlatched my cage.
Yet here I stand, a stranger in the dark,
Unsure of songs that lie beyond this page.

A sudden peace, yet chaos fills the void;
In stillness felt, the restless mind deployed.