Namesake

We are all in a position of standing And our weights are on our toes Facing an open sea Vast and wide Made up of people We call it multitude or crowd And waiting for opportunity to come swimming Like a fish in our little drains and alleys And we are ready, too, To hunt the taste And dive into immortal fame But when the game turns into a race And the race becomes fierce We remain friends but only in namesake and left with I, me and myself Along with our sweet name And try too hard to make it a brand, Everlasting, A brand of high value To be remembered and cherished For the time to come by all.