The truth broke at the summit;
A new threat rolled in over the horizon.
Gloomy grey filled more than just the view
As my own judgment grew cloudy.
You heard me before, but did you listen?
Between the ancient orange groves
And the sparkling summer fireworks,
I lost you somewhere in the foggy city
Where a cable car rumbled under red neon.
I heard you before, but I did not listen.
The only way forward from the top
Is down the way we came—
Retracing our dusty footsteps
And rehashing every dark mistake.
We’ve been here before, but did we learn?
Not only the purple trees threw shade
As the amber sun succumbed to the storm.
Our sweaty bodies yearned to finish;
The journey over before we began.
