I am a student with a matching face and worn frayed edges at the bottom of my pants,
I may blend in with the other faces, but I am a sunbathed rock in a river of rocks,
We are different sizes, different shapes, different words we make;
So when your eyes skip over me, remember there is no other like me:
I am the only me that you could see,
You soon start to dread, but how could you forget?
Our eyes fall to you, a tall monument of infinite influential potential,
You mold our minds; even those who are not so kind,
Most students ask for a factoral ryme, all I ask is a passion untimed:
On a rain-soaked day where rivers overflow and make-up smears, you stand as a dim lighthouse off on the horizon;
A power so oblivious, yet as constant as the air we breathe.
So care to know and know to care,
As quick as a shooting star, poof, we're gone away so far.