CAMELOT FANTASIES

NAIVE

I forgot how naive, I could sometimes be.
What's. My problem, I don't know.
I think, I'm in a world ov slow.
With the invasiveness, ov my mind.
My heart is stealing, my thoughts blind.
Coercing visual time, and placating my mind.
Naive can be devine, but sometimes not so fine.
Playing tricks, with my heart and time.
My being naive, has perpetrated my mind.
Feeling now, so confined.
Sometimes naive, we'll always be what we find.
Naively to everything, I become blind.