Write Triangles

This
State is
What I aim
To achieve. I'll
Give it a shot, you
Have just got to believe
In me, so self-pitying who
Jumped straight to plan B, But
Proposed by my Jacksonville Gem
A sound middle ground called plan C.
So united we are, in this library we stand
My Floridian friend gave me a helping hand
Taking words off the walls to make reprimand:
I am (no longer) one boy in the dark garden of man.