What to make of it

The restless spirit never tires
Time and again coerce to retire
Unyielding it rewinds all those memories
That blind, sting and enclose
a time warp with no begin nor end.

Oscillating between pleasure and pain
I hold on and let go to remain sane
Immersed in delusion chase the stationary
that tempts and beckons entangles and ruins.

Finding way through the labyrinth I'm sucked to the abyss
Dismal in doom I crawl and crouch to light
It flashes across and leads to noiseless interception
Secluded in self affliction a point of deception .

Thoughts navigate through.... saturate and scatter Images play silent havoc
its all in the mind twirl the smoke and regain


{PS: In an attempot to divert from work I cant seem to judge this !}