As the night grows dark and the shadows of my thoughts lurk
I see the line between rumination and contemplation blurring.
As the voices outside quiet down and inner voice pronounces
I find the false interpretations masking themselves as truths.
As the mind amusingly juggles between rest and restlessness
I watch fragments of me dancing under the light of the lamp.
As hope starts searching for a million ways to manifest itself
I observe my soul burning yet finding comfort in being here.