In the quiet of the night, I lay in bed,
Thoughts spinning \'round inside my head.
I\'m an overthinker, it\'s plain to see,
Caught in a web of uncertainty.
I ponder every choice I\'ve ever made,
Worrying if I\'ll make the grade.
But deep down, I must confess,
Overthinking can be a tangled mess.
Yet in this chaos, there\'s a light,
A chance to turn my worries right.
I\'ll find a way,
To calm the storm and seize the day.
~ Cloie