Like a maelstrom of thoughts,
My mind takes flight.
A world of distractions,
Perceptions faded light.

Each moment is fleeting,
A sisyphean fight.
To tame the whirlwind
That rages day and night.

Impulses ignite,
Sparks morph into flame.
A frenetic energy,
Relentless, and untame.

Focus dissipates,
A phantom I chase.
As alluring thoughts
Form an endless maze.

Time, a thief,
Pilfers moments in the nights.
Leaving a trail
Of unfulfilled sights.

Ideas accumulate,
A daunting hill to climb,
In this relentless race
Against the high tides of time.

Might I discover some serenity,
In this turbulent domain?
Riding wings of pestilence,
I search for solace in strain.

Because amidst the storm,
A glimmer of chance remains,
That I may harness the tempest,
Transcending these constraints.