Life is layers upon layers
of memories
in the labyrinth
of the mind
of every kind-

a present event
or a feeling
or a mood
an imagination
will trigger
their appearance
which will have
to be processed
or attended-
it's helpless
to fight or desist -

memories upon memories
coalesce into a maze
in the kaleidoscope
of time- one's personal life
is written and shaped
in some strange image.