A quiet, hollow ache,
felt deep in the recesses,
watching someone else walk,
a life, I designed in my head.
Childhood and youthful years,
were spent in clearing the path,
for the resources, time, space,
of making it a perfect sense.
But it never arrived, in our mind,
there's hesitancy, something lacking,
but then strangers, & acquaintances,
started inhabiting that reality.
It starts as admiration, sometimes envy,
might be longings, what could have been,
of the potentials, diverting from the ideals,
grieving a version of us, that couldn't exist.
But, everything is not as rosy as it seems,
they have their trials, sheer grinds endured,
only few born with silver spoon in mouth,
most of the time, it's our choices & actions.
Action beats idle dreams . . .
As much I try to rationalize,
I will still lament that dreaming guy,
watching snapshots of others' lives,
to revisit desires, long suppressed . . .