Mind’s Labyrinth

Tubing tunnels of thoughts galore,
a spiraling rush through endless doors.
Blinking hordes, they touch and crawl,
chaotic whispers that engulf us all.

Living in this space, eyes wide shut,
a dizzying maze where clarity’s cut.
Too many messages, too much to sort,
gutting the muck, yet coming up short.

Electric pulses flood the brain,
waves of confusion, driving insane.
Fumbling for meaning in this tangled flow,
grasping for light where shadows grow.

The noise is deafening, the thoughts collide,
a frantic storm that we cannot hide.
But within this chaos, if we can endure,
a hidden truth may yet feel pure.

So swim through the flood, ride the tide,
find the signal amidst the noise inside.
For beyond the tunnels and blinking lights,
there lies a stillness that heals the night.