Webbed Thoughts

Webbed Thoughts

One of those sleepless nights, I sit on my bed
gazing endlessly at absolute nothingness
my mind caught in a web of million thoughts

Pondering over obscure qualms
everything so still yet not
Is this a sign of a new start?

Or that calm before the squall?
Amidst the tangled wired-up thoughts
I find an emerging beam of hope

The patterns slowly falling in place
Taking shape on an empty page
as I surrender and flow with my pace

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