The Mind Plays Tricks
Especially when one is tired
The Mind Plays Tricks
The mind plays tricks in quiet hours
Turning shadows into more
Opening long forgotten places
Behind an unseen door
It whispers things that never were
And makes them feel so real
Until imagined moments
Become something we can feel
A passing thought grows heavier
Returning without sound
Small worries gather slowly
Until they circle round
It borrows from old memories
And colours what we see
Blending truth with wondering
In ways we barely see
The night can make it louder
When silence fills the air
Thoughts drift without direction
And seem to settle there
Yet morning shifts the feeling
And clears what felt unclear
What seemed so close in darkness
Feels different in the light
The mind can build reflections
That bend and softly twist
Though not every passing thought
Is one we need to keep
So when the thoughts keep wandering
And stories start to mix
Remember not all moments
Mean the mind’s own tricks
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