Distraction

True said Keating,
Cant subdue truth
Or deprive from within.

I am distorted by love,
and my creepy senses
Intrigued by cupid dove.

I say what, much not;
and feel what still;
Incessant they fought.

Desires and vision,abstract
Vision being sordid
And desires attract.

I am haphazard;
My will and my wish,
Create debilitating hazard.

Now,tracking will
For eternal salvation
And debts to fulfill.

I am Not so strong,

To bear the truth;

Nor to masquerade along.

Sane me seems insane

Cause will too wishes 

Something,but in vain.