I saw the line, the desperate little dance,

All the other candidates, waiting for a chance.

They stood there, radiating need, hoping to be seen,

While I leaned against the wall, cool, structured, and keen.

I didn't rush forward; that's just a waste of time.

I’ve got deep thoughts to process, a far more challenging climb.

I watched you select the superficial, the bright, but empty vessel,

The one who was just "safe," who wouldn't ever wrestle.

They called the names, slowly, one by one,

And I could feel the energy draining under the sun.

It wasn't a sad thing, not a tear, or a painful sting,

It was just the clear confirmation of how low you set the swing.

When they finally looked over, their eyes filled with sudden dread,

Like, "Oh, right, her. The one who knows what she said."

I was the last pick, the one they had to take,

Not because I was lacking, but for the clarity I make.

I'm not the easy option, I'm the actual goal, you see.

I don't vibe with the simple, or the surface-level key.

So you took the others first? Fine, you took the risk,

I'm the initiative you delayed, the structure that was missed.

Now the work begins, and I’m here to set the pace.

You chose me last, but I will win the entire race.

I didn't want to be chosen first; I wanted to be chosen right.

And now you'll see why the last one wa