Insanity

Sometimes
An insanity engulfs me.
I feel
I have no more words to say
No more thoughts to smile
No more life to love.

But this moment passes.
And insanely,
I am suddenly filled with life
I look forward to the minutes
And meanings become clear.

Isn't it insanity
To live and die
At the mercy of my mind?

But then again
I wonder
Who is more quixotic.
The mind or me .

I wonder
Is it me
Or my mind
Who loves roulette.