Following in Your Footsteps

You are the oldest of us all
We do what you do
Your brothers follow in your footsteps
But that is what makes me different

They call us your younger siblings
That we would grow up to be like you
Only they don't know that your brothers already do
But I never will

Nobody knows why our brothers do what they do
But they looked up to you
They saw what you did when they were little
They figured out the riddle

The riddle that you looked happy
They wanted to be happy too
They follow in your footsteps
But that is the last thing they should ever do