At certain times, hours, and minutes of the day,
I feel uncertain about everything,
Lost in thoughts, where doubts sway,
Questioning the purpose, even what life may say.

In the quiet moments when the world is so still,
So my dreams will let me unfeel,
And I am left adrift, maybe drowning without a hint of a shift.

Yet in this ocean of thoughts so deep,
The whisper of sorrow starts to seep,
Telling me to leap.
© Nm