Tell me were you disappointed
when you finally reached the top
and
was I what you expected
when you peeled the mask off

Was it like chasing a fallen star
to only find a firefly
some
fluttering thing with shredded wings
not enough light to guide you by

I wonder which you think of more
the bottle or the backseat
this
strange exchange of secrets
windows fogged in desert heat

Bypass the synchronicities
you’ve never been one to believe
but
you’ve licked your wounds and paid your dues
and still have yet to leave