THE EVER CHANGING FACES OF INSANITY

I'm going round in circles,
I swear I've been here before,
But where am I actually going?
The circle is a spiral,
I'm descending into darkness,
So why is there a light?
The spiral is a tunnel,
I'm in a race to the end,
So why does it get no closer?
I'm strapped to the bed,
Glued to the ground,
Frozen.
I slap my cheek,
Shake my head,
Clear my mind.
Right,
Lets start again.