Perhaps it is that there comes a time
When your restless, activated mind,
Goes haywire in the relentless cycle
Of trying to make sense of everything.

Perhaps it is that at that time,
It stops circling round and round
Like a hamster in a wheel,
And finally listens to the sound
Of its own heartbreak.

Perhaps it is that at that time,
It comes painfully to realise,
The truth it had been staring at all along.