15-year-olds don't belong in law schools
At least, that's what I've been told
You'd think that too until you saw a little girl
Outside your prison cell, chatting up the coppers
You'd think she'd have been killed
Until she tells you everything
From how she briefed everyone on the actual events
To "it's all clear, come follow me", like it was nothing
Something I'd known all my life
Things are never what you'd expect
Like the letter in the girl's hand, either nothing, or
Watching me anticipate hate and disappointment
Yet even as an audience to the bygone past
An utter and passionate ecstasy erupts
From the murky depths of my oft-scarred soul
For it was her, unexpected but not unwelcome
Chang, my road to a certain victory
As if she's standing opposite me now
Holding out her delicate hand, gentle yet firm
Asking for me to lead her
And I'm simply sitting, reaching for an empty illusion
Before she fades into the vacant air
Yet my heart still feels as if it'll escape me
Or burst till it drops to my shoes
I don't love her in that way, but something's always different
All I ask is, how could she not instead lead me?
