I’m a little jealous, because you started after me.
I’m struggling just to make it everyday.
Then you came and did it with ease.
It all fit together so quickly that now you have passed me.
I desired to grow more than anything.
You had some free time,
decided on a whim,
there was no intention.
Yet it worked in your favour.
How is it that I am looking at your back?
Watching you change and be what I dream.
I can’t do anything about it and
All I have are these emotions.
They say everyone is on their own path.
Keep to your lane and it will move forward.
Yet I’m caught I traffic, and I haven’t moved in awhile.
You’re not in eyesight view anymore.