CAMELOT FANTASIES

It's all in the act of observation
The proper ability to listen
This society is too busy
Interrupting for a chance to speak
To bother to hear
Everything you want to know
Is presented
Right in front of you
I made that common mistake
Didn't listen
Yet my intuition kept insisting
That something is wrong
Damn it
That sixth sense of mine
Is always right
Those tiny little triggers
Nagging of the brain
Ache in the tummy
It's really all the same
Alerting
Coercing to face the music
I'm being played
Like a rotten game

~Divine