CAMELOT FANTASIES

This is my latest poem. I've experimented a bit with it. I hope you like it.

Why is someone in this world always dying, dying, dying?
Why does something in this world always make you feel like crying, crying, crying?
How come there are some things you have to do which are so trying, trying, trying?

Why is this world so full of hate, hate, hate?
Why are so few things in the world that are great, great, great?
How come if you're not careful instead of disarming a situation you offer bate, bate, bate?

I know that for every action there's an equal & opposite reaction, reaction, reaction.
This reaction isn't always good & that can lead you to distraction, distraction, distraction.
It's good though when it leads to the right attraction, attraction, attraction.