I saw you toss him
out the window
like another apple core.
You think you've gotten
all the fruit, but really
there's so much more.
The fruit you keep
overlooking, so close
to that apple core.

New things, new people, new places
is that for which
you strive.
Having only things of the
past makes you
feel deprived.
An so you question why you
still have ties to
all of your past lives.

You think you have your apples
all lined up
in a row
But really there's so much
about each one
that you do not know.
And I see you think you've got it all
when your eyes
give off that glow.

And you tell me you've found
the perfect one,
the ripest one,

the rarest one,

the one fit

for only you.

You picked it right out of your
orchard. They do pop up like daisies.
One right after another, because they're
all perfect.
Perfectly crazy.
And I know you're on a high,
but just know I'll be here
if you get lost in one of those mazes.