Watching the people pass by,
They cut into my eyes;
Devouring their stories of success,
They cut into my mind.
I sharply remember who they each are,
Yet I cannot become them.

They are the full moons in the sky
That enlighten my night;
They are the lectures of philosophy
That enlighten my life.

Their brightness blinds my eyes,
Their expressions deafen my ears.
Their presence submerges my soul
Like the wrath of ocean waves.

I follow the echo of their footsteps,
Yet I become lost.
I follow the glow of their crowns,
Yet I become lost.
I follow the map of their trajectories,
Yet I become lost.

So who am I?

They tell me to
Remember who I was,
Believe in who I am,
And wait for who I will be.