Trial by Haze (Poem)

Something’s wrong I feel it in every ounce of my flesh It’s in the way things are The way they’re not supposed to be It’s in the way people look at me Lie and try to defy my right to fly But it’s not a right It’s the way Angels don’t have wings so they can skulk around in chains Every eve has its dawn And every dawn lights the way And every way is subject to trial by haze