Overthinking, a restless tide,
A voice that never stays inside.
A whisper soft, a shout so loud,
A storm within a silent cloud.
A burden, heavy on the soul,
A gift that some have learned to hold.
A curse, a blessing, both in one,
A battle never truly won.
It twists the mind, it bends the way,
A loop of thoughts that will not stay.
What once was simple, pure and bright,
Now tangled deep in endless night.
The past repeats, the future calls,
Yet in between, the moment falls.
A thousand paths, a million doors,
A restless mind forever soars.
To see ahead, to feel the pull,
To know too much, yet never full.
To fear the worst, to doubt the best,
To question all, to never rest.
Some say it’s weakness, some say it’s strong,
A gift to those who think too long.
A curse to those who lose their way,
A prison where their heart will stay.
But what if thought could guide the soul,
A tool to help, to make us whole?
What if the weight we learn to bear,
Could shape the world with thoughtful care?
For those who fear, for those who fight,
For minds that race throughout the night,
Know this: your thoughts, though sharp as knives,
May carve the path to better lives.
So think, but do not drown in doubt,
Let wisdom in, cast worry out.
For in the mind, both dark and bright,
Lies power waiting for the light.