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