Wrong, wrong, wrong...

Fly.

Again.
Missed.

*
It's all wrong.
North to South.
East through West.
Not going to happen.

**
Just like those before me,

Won't live to see half of it.

***

I am mine and mine still none.

****

Grievance akin to legal blessings,
Won't even know until half's expired.
Reasons that betrayed the little I believe,
Won't ever pull them out before they're ripe.

*****
Hang on to this artificial lease they now call life.
Well, F* it and what THEY've been making of it.

******
Though this still remains true of ideals and integrity:
Life is what YOU make of it

*******
Ain't my fault. Ain't theirs either. Whose it is, I'll be searching...

H.H.H.H.H