There's that one group of people, the ones who think they rule,
Who walk with purpose through the hallways at school
But who is there left
That is just like me?

A sinner, despondent, who's down on her knees
Fate laughs in her face and pushes her down
And tells her she never will gain renown

For her darling dearest is far far away
Even though a walk would take less than a day

Thoughts are preoccupied with education and uncanny lust
And the cogs in her brain are covered in gold rust...

Am I the only one who's still bereft?
If not then, I challenge....
Who's left?