To find the boy who flew;
I was ten years past hope
by the time I flew.
I could have chosen to heal,
but instead I grew wings
that remain hidden until this day.
I was out of focus,
incorrectly set up.
You could draw lessons from me,
seismographic tremors,
wind that came from nowhere
and all that went wrong
with my projects --
So I had gone from error to worse than failure?
The truth is that my light went out before the sun had risen.