CAMELOT FANTASIES

Broken
Tired and threadbare
Shattered and torn
Look out to the horizon
I often stare
Directly into the eye of the sun
Wondering when all life begun
If I recall my resurrection
Of multiple lives I returned
A plethora of affection
For similar souls
Or one and the same
How often must I return
To this life
Where lessons are a part of the game

One more
Just one more
Knowingly relevant
The truth is at the core

~Divine