you fell in love again
and built yourself up
you made it out west
and made your way back
you partied with the worst of ’em
and killed some bad habits
you fought through another one,
excited for the next

cheers! compass stuck straight up!

now wipe that smug fucking
grin off your face—crumple
it up and throw it in the trash with
the hollow booze bottles and
empty bags, the old ideas,
bloody clothes, and dusty dreams—

because time keeps moving forward, dickhead—
and you’re still in the same place.