CAMELOT FANTASIES

Limitless opportunities
A plethora of keys
For options pondered
Others we’ve wondered
Others that evolve as
We let go of resistance
Constant barrage of choices
Regretfully carrying guilt
Croaking raspiness proven
Through the cracking of our voices
Inability to accept the desires
That stoke our creative fires
Our souls purpose
Is not always easy
The easy ones we would not honour
Higher levels of difficulty
The more we feel like victors
The higher the mountain climbed
Piqueing adrenaline thrill
Deciphering barriers
Crumbling sectors
Once achieved that supercilious
Level of chill
Letting go of expectations
Delirious

Just remembering
Many keys
Many doors
If the key fob doesn’t open the door
There is always a window

~Divine