Landscapes/road trips/mountains

We compare our bodies to these landscapes
And mark them off like conquests

But I am more unlike myself everyday
Becoming more polished
With every melting country road
Curves that make me soft but bold
I am a waste of your time
With my legs around your neck
But you just rev your engine
And turn your wheel into my wreck

Sometimes you catapult into cities bragging with confidence you can conquer based off friends previous conquests
And cities shriveled in comparison from the distance you glorified in your head

if you squint your eyes through the haze you can trace youre finger along the silhouette of the mountain range
To you, everything is the same
As the sketches that claim you fame

And sometimes you get close enough to see the jagged rock columns
Rising up like the fairytale kingdoms you grew up reading
There is something there that needs your saving
And determination makes it yours for the taking

But Some of us born into mountains retreat into the ridges
Seeking a plateau and some peace
So you are more confident than you should be
For someone who was born on a beach
Where the ocean is endless
And you are senseless
To think there is any of me to keep
tracing fingertips is less effort than climbing over my edges
And these mountains are so different from your sketches

It should be winter soon
But its too hot right now
And your palms get wet with instant regret of promises to conquer mountains you have never traveled before
Your windows are down but its still too warm
You cannot grip these curves the way someone more patient can
Or someone who could understand
What it's like past the valleys without the views
I am more than someone new