In the silence of the night, I sit and stare,
Caught in the web of dreams, tangled and rare,
Whispers of futures dance in my mind,
Yet clarity eludes, leaving me blind.

The clock ticks softly, a reminder so cruel,
Each second that passes, I feel like a fool,
Once filled with visions, now shadows remain,
What was once vibrant has dulled into pain.

Paths stretch before me, a labyrinth wide,
Some beckoning softly, others deride,
I long for the fire that once burned so bright,
But the embers are fading, swallowed by night.

I...