CAMELOT FANTASIES

CONFESSIONS OV THE MIND

My soul flew away, and left me in a stare.
Me not, wanting to go nowhere.
In my mind, I must confess.
Thru the years, I've been a mess.
When bringing in, a new life years ago.
I saw my soul, walk away from strife.
I must again confess, how important life is.
My mind fly's, High with exhaust.
Loaming the words, at a loss.
My flight would be, ov whimsical truth.
Faded to complete the proof, is the dark ov the night.
Life us trampling thru my mind, my heart, my soul....
....and everything it can find.