In minds, thoughts whirl and spin so free,
Yet in speech, often shy they be.
A paradox, indeed, it seems,
Silent hopes, like distant dreams. We ponder, mull, and analyze,
Yet in conversation, words disguise.
A puzzle, this dilemma we face,
In the confusion between thought and grace. Invisible threads of introspection weave,
Connecting ideas we long to believe.
Yet when unveiled to the world outside,
They often wither, like petals untied.
