Poor Icarus

There is freedom waiting for you “What if I fall?” you ask. My dear, What if you fly? And as you open your wings Like bones of bravery, You move towards the sun Like moths to flames And terror strikes: Your wings melt away You swing your life away Ambition, the fire to be free. The power to fly. You’re just another Icarus Plummeting slowly earthward as your tight-knit bonds fail Your soul leaving your frail body.