CAMELOT FANTASIES

There is a strange echo in the air
Hollow are the sounds of the pitter patter of multiple feet
Racing in each direction
As if and without care
This task we’ve undertaken is quite a feat
Stacked up high climb it of your dare
It feels monumental at times
Sometimes even lose sleep
Still unknown if it’s better to be the tortoise or the hare
Looking down the far running lane
Viewing which path to keep
Noting the turn in the opposite direction

~Divine