I wish I had your memories.
Your time, your friends, your life.
My envy knows no limit and
Touches every facet
Of the day to day doings of
A wannabe.
I've become infested with a sin
That I love to feed.
A parasite that devours my
Mediocrity.
I've felt that things have been
Missing.
Lost though clearly visible.
Something within grasp if only
I would reach.
My time has been wasted away
With what I thought was a
Worthy life.
Only to realize my pinnacles
Of success have faltered
In the presence of my
Addiction to excess.