Poetry

78. luck

Oh, I am so jealous of you.

You, so young, who have found your passion and your legacy and your happiness all in one and are set for greatness.

I am so jealous of your happiness and your relaxed content about your life.

You, whose passion is so great that you stand there and speak for fun, because you are so eager to help the world.

You, who smiles so easily, so sincerely,

I am jealous of you.

I am jealous because I am lost, and you stand so perfectly content on your castle with your map and I am worried I will be lost at sea forever.

I am so good at faking, that I am worried I will convince myself I am happy when I am not.

You are so happy,

And I am so jealous,

Because what you have is impossible, is it not?

When you are gone from my life,

And I forget you, mostly,

I surely hope that I remember you when I figure out

How you got to be so lucky.