In the depths of my restless mind I dwell,
Where anxious thoughts in turbulence do swell,
I am drowning in my fight or flight,
Caught in the tempest of this endless night.
A primal instinct, ancient and deep,
A response to danger, real or steeped,
My heart races like a frightened bird,
In the face of fear, it’s the loudest word.
But can I tame this wild, frantic flight?
Find solace in the stillness of the night?
For courage lies not in fleeing’s might,
But in the strength to stand and face the fight.
In the heart’s recess, a storm may brew,
Yet in the chaos, I’ll find a way through,
To surpass the panic, to find my sight,
And soar above the clouds, taking flight.
