People are so caught up,
In the stealing of someone's thunder.
Or trying to sparkle just as bright,
Under another's given light.
As if the process does not require work.
So focused they are,
In the seeking of what is believed...
To another comes easy.
That they will abandoned their own paths,
In the ignoring of their own tasks.
Only to realize too late,
That what another does...
Is the wearing of several hats,
That were fitted to be custom made.
With a toiling done to pay for them.
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