I hate success
Because it seems so intimidating,
It’s bragging,
And only the purest form
Can ever be “good enough”
To drink
And if you don’t reach
For the highest bottle,
Then you “aren’t trying”
Hard enough.

And we can’t enjoy
A sweet sip
Without thinking
About the entire glass.
We become addicted
To the thought
Of the taste
Of the moment
When the bottle touches your lips

That you don’t see
When you have already drunk from it.