Don’t

Words by Doc

Tarragon bristling through the breeze

The horizon greets plentifully

Walking through the floorboards of this forgotten ground

I’d have traded more memories instead of just this town

Though the roof shutters beckon a plea, a creed

A sound, a memory

One step, then two, everything sweetens so simply

till the rotten world finds these worn-out tatters of a home

I bait the time where I’m free to roam

I don’t catch myself when I fall and yet I implore

Another trip, another step

A leaf falls over in ardor

Spontaneity through the moment

Chaos in the scene

Peace settles

And though the façade finally cracks

brightening a grin I bid adieu

to the one I once knew