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 ~