It’s an unnerving feeling,

The earth beneath my feet dismantling

The ground that was so long a given,

Shifting and rebalancing like sand in my hands

Clouded by the thought of a better,

Now facing the reality of my imagination

It’s the bitter realization that haunts me,

Yet it stills spits from my frightened tongue

My hair feels gray despite my youth,

A paranoid symptom of my downfall

A faded wretch of a revolving world,

My legendary feat dwarfed by a single person

As I lie in the anguish of failure,

I can’t help but look forward towards a genius

Grovel and puzzle why I wasn’t enough,

And see the role of a prodigy that had taken my place