It Still Remains a Draft - Jo Dabinett

It Still Remains a Draft - Lottie Dabinett - From the album, 'A Relapse of Reason' Words by Peter Routley from the collection of poems 'Words on a Page'. https://amzn.eu/d/00GL9EYo Elements of this song have been created with the use of AI. All copyright owned by Peter Routley. It Still Remains a Draft - Jo Dabinett It still remains a draft, This thought, this feeling, tear and laugh. It will never be complete, Inertia, action, victory, defeat. Just words upon a page. Grief and sorrow, joy and rage. We edit and erase, Forget, recall, delete, retrace. This was a hand held. This was a tale told. This was relapse of reason. This was tear shed. This was a heart bled. This was betrayal and treason. This was a step took. This was shield dropped. This was a jolt in a time frame. This was breath caught. This was a thought lost. This was beginning and endgame. It still remains a draft, A moment trapped in time Now stood here in the aftermath I’m no longer yours, you’re no longer mine Nothing's ever 'done', The rising moon, the setting sun. The seasons always change, Spring to winter than back again. If permanence exists It's in its ever-changing twists. Time will always bend There's no beginning, there is no end. This was a hand held. This was a tale told. This was relapse of reason. This was tear shed. This was a heart bled. This was betrayal and treason. This was a step took. This was shield dropped. This was a jolt in a time frame. This was breath caught. This was a thought lost. This was beginning and endgame. It still remains a draft, A moment trapped in time Now stood here in the aftermath I’m no longer yours, you’re no longer mine. © Peter Routley 2026