What do you think about my Poem/Monologue: No Sky?

Give me any feedback, any thoughts, disagreements etc. But now there is nothing left to say but here it is:

He's looking for a wish in the sky that isn't there. Though the wish could be found, the sky is absurdly beyond his reach. So he searches for the wish in a different place. A place that is dangerous. So dangerous infact that not one person has come out of that position to acheive any dream. But he's hard headed, so he attempts to beat the odds. The odds so commonly thrown into his face by doubters. These doubters, the murderers of hopes, dreams and the single wish produced by the many young minds across the world. They are his enemies, his rivals, of whom every movement, interaction, and activity they make, are his pet peeves. But the doubters are strong within theyre influence on the minds in need of shaping. Once these lost minds are shaped, there is no way to recover them, no way to allow them to become free form. No way to allow them to become great. The doubters do not care. The doubters only want their sons and daughters to be undoubted, to be influenced, inspired. So the ones who began life with the short end of the stick, will end life with half of that stick. That stick will be passed down to their children, and so on. It will be passed down until the stick is just a sad grain. A sad small grain of misfortune.