You are not the star,
But the dust it left behind.
You are not the fame,
But the emptiness it left behind.
You are not the picture,
But the empty frame.
You are not the person,
But the shadow that follows them.

What if the roles were reversed?

What if you were the star?
Would you be sad about the person who was left in the dust?
What if you had the fame?
Would you feel the emptiness of the onlookers?
What if you were the picture?
Would it hurt to look at the people you left behind?

Would you wish you went back to being in the shadows?