CAMELOT FANTASIES

Listening to the cacophony
Clattering off toned
Superfluous words
Shared we’re all phony

Affections related to one goal
In mind
Constant barrage woven to remind
We’re in fluctuation
Regular infatuation
Without a soul connection
Disturbing the balance
Halting the love dance

Emotions float to the top
Like a cork
Floundering surreptitiously
Out of control
Aimlessly this way
And that
Sub consciously
Knowing it’s in the letting go
Consciously holding on
While the blood drips
From the fingertips

Just because a story is told
Don’t believe the rendition
It may change
As the feelings alter direction
Story gets old

~Divine