I am living someone else's dream.
My brother called me today to congratulate me on my new degree.
He told me, how could you be realizing my bucket list?
I replied, wasn't it just a sooner or later thing?
The plan has changed, he answered, and this degree is not in any possibility.
I am living someone else's dream.
It struck me because I was the one who used to compare my life to his.
With all his achievements that, I know I won't enjoy, and I was also not blessed.
Look at now how the table has turned, like a knock on the door from some uninvited guest
I was not ready to see the silver lining, it quickly filled up my chest.
Someone else is living my dream.
In another universe, I am making enough money out of my passion in the creative industry.
I would write and direct, I would pour my heart out to let the feeling resonate smoothly.
I am talented in that my nervous system will be able to prove, can't you see?
But do we really need to live in our own dream just to be happy?












