You looked for inspiration in a bottle
because it's hard to look inside yourself.
All you can see are the mistakes and failures
because it's hard to see much else.
You settled for mediocrity and comfort
because it's hard to reach for the stars
when all you can see are the mistakes and failures
from looking inside yourself so hard.
So you looked for salvation in a bottle,
because it's hard to take all the blame
for all the mistakes and the failures
that you can't seem to or want to transcend...
How much was the bottle and how much was you,
that got yourself stuck in the town you once fled
with no short-term plans for escape
from your newfound uncomfortable mediocrity?
And when the dust settled after the crash
all you could hear was shattering glass,
crystallizing your mistakes and failures
into a single moment you can't undo.
Maybe you shouldn't have texted the words
"BTW, I am awesome at life..."
from underneath an empty bottle.