A Fool’s Flight

It may be one of the most poetic ending of all Icarus’ fall, that is Stupid, prideful Icarus The boy who flew too close to sun and expected not to burn He learned that things can be beautiful But intangible and fatal Everyone talks about his death How greedy he must be to have the opportunity to fly but give up on a wistful whim But they forget his joy For Icarus laughed as he fell, teeth barred to the world as they say Maybe everyone saw him fall But in his mind he always flying Even as the melted wax scorched his skin His wings, poetically enough, prevented him from swimming to save his life Even though, it is still the undeniable fact that Icarus Flew I’d call him a lucky bastard While you’d call him a fool And there is a possibility that I am wrong For another fact is that he is dead But that matters not to him For, you’re not in hell if you like the way it burns