The unjust

Met this rock

Was so busy trying to get wings

He could fly all right

All is possible in the realms of the imagination

He envies that rock

Aiming towards an unattainable goal

Its whole life purpose

Laid out in six words.

If only six words were enough

For him

For them.

Attain the unattainable

Make it yours, I say

He doesn't listen

Wallowing in self-pity yet again

Contemplating departure

Shame

Embarrassment

Guilt

Sadness

Broken

Unjust

Turns out there are six words to describe him.

If only he were a rock

Not to be swept away by the touch of a gentle breeze
Disguised as a hurricane.
He should've seen it
He should've been it

If only he could be 

Maybe he could've done

For that, I know he's sorry.

I should know

His failures are my failures.