In the depth of night, where thoughts flow like endless rivers

In the depth of night, where thoughts flow like endless rivers, Great minds get lost, searching for hidden meanings in philosophical labyrinths, Great thinkers, but perhaps with "Thinking Problems," The inability to turn off the mind and immerse themselves in life. Seize the essence while you are young, and stop chasing after something we already have, It takes a little magic and luck to understand what someone else is trying to say, For we all have intellect and intuition, tap into them, Instead of searching for hidden truths among thousands of pages, memes, and podcasts. In the flow of consciousness, where reality and dream intertwine, We lose ourselves in the depths of the mind, seeking answers we've always had, Each thought a wave, each idea a spark, But the truth hides in the simplicity of lived moments. Great thinkers, captive in their own labyrinths, Cannot see the beauty of life unfolding before them, Always searching for answers in complexity, Forgetting that magic and wisdom are found in the simplest things. Oh, how we get lost in endless searches, When all we need is to stop and listen, To feel the heartbeat, to see a bird's flight, To understand that life is a dance of moments, not a quest for answers. In the flow of consciousness, we find peace, Where thoughts calm down and hearts open up, Where magic intertwines with luck, And the truth reveals itself in the simplicity of existence. So, let those who seek continue their search, But you, stop and feel, For true wisdom is not found in books or theories, But in life lived, in moments of quiet and reflection. In this realm of verses, where convention dares not tread, You find your true voice, a voice that dares, That lives in the emotion of the unknown, And embraces the magic of life, in all its simplicity and complexity.