CAMELOT FANTASIES

Distress
Plagues every single human
In ways it's not known
Hiding behind a smile
Slight madness seeps through
At time confusing
We opt out of looking for options
We run around in circles
On a path of worrying
Dragged down
That which stopped serving us
Our own delusions
Doing the same thing
Approaching a problem the same way
Is a treadmill of disaster
Defined as crazy
End results are futile
Snippets of ones soul
Puff of black smoke
Running around in circles
May seem infantile
On that degrading rollercoaster
Which way is up
Lacks our focus on possibilities
Desire to negate abnormalities
Of this circus of confusion
The only one destroyed
Is the brain
Magnetic attraction
Devoid of distraction
When the focus bares the pain

~Divine