You used to want the better things,
A huge house, the money, and wealth,
A dime piece with a wedding ring,
But never invested within yourself
You used to be a god send,
Exceptional words with wisdom a plenty,
Until life would send you spiraling down,
And you showed me no fight your tank was on empty
You used to be my inspiration,
I listened to you religiously daily,
Accepting the words that you would speak,
But now looking back they seemed a bit hazy
You used to be a prodigy,
Annointed with talents I never could fathom,
I wanted your gifts so bad at the time,
And now I can see I'm better without them
Because what you used to be to me,
Was everything I felt I needed,
I was too afraid to be original,
So I listened to you like I was defeated
But the more that I look on what you have shown,
I took the time out to invest, I was needed,
And not following you,
I grew better and succeeded.
Carve your own path. Never be jealous of what you don't have, but be grateful for what you do.
P