I keep thinking about all the people I could be…

I keep thinking about all the people I could be. They seem great with good lives… But none of them are actually me. I can’t feel them in me wanting to be free, like singing a song or wanting to be a dancer, or learning a new sport. I don’t know how to become these visions I have of ppl on alternate timelines. I spend my hours studying in hopes that something will stick! ..I don’t have the natural spark of wanting to change myself to become someone I can see.… I feel like I get moments to see what life could be like if I was one of these versions and that is all. I’m afraid that who I am is a nobody slowly draining through the cracks like sand in the sidewalk. There’s still hope I could be swept around to something new! Im not broken or stagnant. Just stuck as I am while the world continues on. Stuck with no glimpse of a destination upon the horizon, not even a mirage. Just me sitting here on a sand pile… Even the vultures have better things to do…👀🏝🕑