I chased borrowed
dreams, because
I loved
the dreamer
I stood,
head down,
at a starting line
Wearing someone else’s number
I sprint blindly
Wait
These aren’t my shoes
Stop
I didn’t pick this race
So I walk
Dragging my failure
with me
I come in dead last.
Finished, but
not proud
Just hurt
Next race,
I’m not just benched
I don’t even have
a name
Those dreams?
they weren’t mine to chase
And they aren’t mine
to mourn