Leave

Feasting on secrets and back
handed compliments, lets get
them thinking things they
can’t believe are true.
Walking through orchards
overgrown with weeds,
and bushes full of worms
doing their best to slowly
shape shift into moths.

Tea made over a fire, smells
like falling asleep, and when
you drink it you can breath
like never before.
Waste all your time on pointless lore,
and just ignore the giant
eye above the mountain.
They wake you up with several dunks
into the fountain.

A quest without a destination,
while questioning all hesitation,
you never even consider all the problems.
You keep your eyes in constant motion,
frantic orbs destined to see.
It all breaks forth from  deep held notions.
You fucked up so just fucking leave.