i am a product of all who inspired me

but not all made it to where i am today

impostor syndrome takes new form

knowing i occupy the space

where i expected them to be


they could be off to better things

but i still hold onto their dreams

missing those immature beginnings

plotting our world domination

feeling entitled to the pedestal


but they’re rooted in the earth

and im just a drifting balloon

going as far as the wind takes me

to them these dreams were just that

for me, nothing could be more real


not because i deserve it

maybe im the last to

but because their reality

was once my own dream

that was stripped from me


still i think of them every day

every decision i make involves them

we meticulously debate in my head

like we used to do in cafeterias

soon, i hope to argue with them again


~ tytoos ~


some fine tuning #9