No Chance

I am but a fly on a terrible ledge wrangling for a footstep towards liberty's breath, I listen and hold on and wait forever wanting to believe needing to believe, that maybe this time will be different than most, more than any other why do I find myself struggling here? not willing to acknowledge the letters words strung together spell, 'liar extraordinaire' and still I attempt to see, smudging my eyes for the right words and meanings, left for me blatant ! why can't I see? ghostly snickers telling me, 'you fool!' what kind of idiot continues, what kind of loser tries anyway? certainly not those like me! rings the chant in my head as I stumble grasping for anything that feels like certainty sadly, I was wrong yet again ...