Beauty unattainable
Perfection I want
Lacking fortune

Compared and judged
An outcast amongst many
Yet there is no hope

Circle of gold
Containing victors
Nature’s lottery winners

Perfectly sculpted
Angle here
Curve there

Worshipped for luck
Hoping the gate lowers
Only for them

Served by all
No force needed
Just blind desire

Needing not the power
I turn
And greet the future