In the twilight of a weary day,
When dreams and fatigue softly sway,
A mind, heavy laden, begins to drift,
In shadows of calm, it finds a rift.
“Wake up!” screams the voice in my core,
As echoes of doubt knock at my door.
What folly led me to this dark fate?
To linger too long, to hesitate?
A suitcase, once steadfast, now lies near,
Harmless in sight, yet danger draws near.
“Go back,” whispers the conscience within,
“Secure your...