CAMELOT FANTASIES

Choking back the words for days
Making it hard to focus
On anything in front of me
Strange anxiety is leading me
And having its way

Imagine being bound
With no binds
Except the unusual conclusions
Disruptively formulated by the mind

We humans err
Continually
Daily
Nightly

Judgement on the alert
Jumps right in
Quicker than ones breathe
Fast spurts

Fascinated by the eloquence
And increasing destination of
The elusive mind
Knowing through pragmatic scientists
That we use a tenth of our grey matter
If that
Sub conscience versus conscience

Choking back the words
Is a battlefield of its own
The battle ground chooses to fight
Many times without eliciting a sound

Despise how resentment is fodder
For the overthinking mind

Food for thought

~Divine