it is not my time

I watch them drive by in their luxury on wheels;
Slowing down just enough to make one gasp in awe;
In my dreams I imagine how great it feels;
To have passers-by glance at my pride in semi-worship;
When I realize;
As my feet blister in the blazing sun;
It is not my time to shine.


I smell them whip up exotic cuisines in their island kitchens;
Leaving their windows open just enough to make one salivate;
In my dreams I imagine how blessed it feels;
To have my stomach ache from over-indulgence;
When I realize;
As my clothes cling to my bones;
It is not my time to shine.



I listen to them talk about their holiday vacations;
Exaggerating just enough to make one euphorically escape;
In my dreams I imagine how relaxing it must be;
To watch the sunset as the waves rock my yacht;
When I realize;
As my muscles ache from excessive strain;
It is not my time to shine.