Climbed the Wrong Hill

Morning light through a cracked windshield. Coffee gone cold, hands on the wheel.

Steel-toed boots on a gravel drive. Radio lies about a better life. Boss man smile

on a billboard grin. Clock says early, bone say again. I chase that

shine like it owed me proof. Every step up fell further from truth.

Cue gold days, paycheck nights, neon bars, tired fights. Tie on tight,

jaw clenched still. They say this is winning, I swallowed the pill.

Got to the top, parking lot view. Whole damn sky felt smaller too.

Wind cut sharp, no one around. Just me and the echo a higher ground.