You scan a catalogue and find options. I wake up the neighbors knocking on doors.
You know all the inside scoops. I dive into trial and error.
You call your thoughts masterpieces. I label my work in-progress.
You sound and look flawless. I stumble across words and wear my closet.
You got the world backing you up. I got the world pulling me backward.
You talk like you know about life. I talk of nothing and say it all.
When our dreams deflate, I’ll be first to float.