was it always like this?

was it always on the freeway,
switching lanes, sun in your eyes?
did you ever tell a soul?
did you keep it all inside?

do you think the earth is splitting
california underneath
down to a magma owned by no one
‘til the fire meets the sea?

have you always split it decaf?
morning rituals aside,
powder it fine, water and wine —
was it always like this?

was it always?
would you let me come inside?