Copycat

I used to spend time
chasing after
someone else’s dream.

Whenever I copied
their lifestyle,
I would get

this temporary high;
it felt good to live
“in the heat of the moment”.

I wanted
the nice things they had.
I called it “living”.

I wanted to
“keep up with the Jonses”
but they were always ahead.

Believe me, I tried.
And I cried.
And I tried again and again.

Their blessings
I could not claim
as my own.

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