In the shadow of another’s light, I stand,
Where dreams are painted in hues not mine,
A longing gaze towards their golden land,
As envy weaves through thoughts that intertwine.

Green-eyed whispers curl around my heart,
Turning joy to echoes of what I lack,
An endless ache that tears the soul apart,
Chasing phantoms along a winding track.

Yet within this tangled web of yearning,
A quiet strength begins to softly rise,
Transforming envy into a burning,
Fuel for the wings that carry me to skies.

So let the shadows dance and softly plead,
For envy’s grip shall loosen and release,
In its wake, a newfound path to lead,
Towards a place where dreams find gentle peace.