icarus
you are a golden child among the rays of the sun
you float on your sea salt breeze in azure sky
your wings beat with the grace of an angel
you stray not far from god’s abode itself
and high up in the clouds of your escape
tell me, what is freedom?
far from your tower of stone imprisonment
your days of inferiority and bare survival
you are above the control of the world that shut you out
you soar from the rules broken like the waves beneath you
you are a bird, you are a man, you are beyond this world
you are limitless
one with the heavens, mercy to none but nature
drafted upwards by the pull of your shackle-free existence
icarus, do you forever wish to be higher?
do you wish to be one with the endless expanse around you?
do you wish to be drunken on the lull of a soft clouded world?
tell me, icarus
will you ever come down?
your burnt-candle wings which you so easily adorned
you must keep them strapped tight to your bare bruised back
if you are to fly so close to the sun
you must prevent the streaming tears of waxen sculpture
from bringing you to the drowning whirlpool below
a prison once again
you are a golden child of god-like man-made interference
you are unstoppable and free
above the sea and in the clouds
you are flying too close to the sun
so tell me, icarus
what does it mean to be free?
is your dance on the brink of heaven one of joy?
is the warmth of your sun-heated soul burning with desire?
is it worth the fall?
your tumble from the world above
lands you in a fate much worse than before
you are nothing but a man once again
succumb to rolling tides and choking darkness
your freedom has been your downfall, icarus
you have been felled by your momentary happiness
giddy on the power and respite you will never have
you have flown too close to the sun
and you will never fly again.
