Priorities

From dancing to the tune of my dreams,
To day dreaming in those sensations.
Prioritizing it over all,
Oh god! Was that fortuitous entry indispensable?
Losing my brain like nut-bolts,
And reprioritizing my sensibilities.
Priorities had lost it’s own track,
Creating a twin track.
Placing the interim affection above all,
A sly, manipulative him mania I had.
Not knowing where this would conclude,
Cause he was a smoker and I was not his cigarette.
This disintegration was the final call,
For getting my priorities on virtuous path.