She reads all the signs with a glimmer of hope
And she walks down a path that feels safe yet unknown
The writing on the wall just becomes an aesthetic  
Thoughts heavy enough to make her put down her crown and adjust
Subversive when it comes to trying to make things change
but why all the constant efforts if things stay the same.
Reminder that the world once crumbled at your feet and like everything else it's forgotten just like lock on your wall that once required a key.