I am Icarus
Another idea gone,
Another dream dead,
I thought I would fly high this time
But I am Icarus again instead
Dreams seem to open new doors,
Ideas seem to make them real.
But still I end up not in the Heavens,
And only the pain of the fall do I ever get to feel
Not the touch of sweet lips,
Not cheering of the crowd,
Just feel of my own tears,
And the sobs that get ever more loud.
Should I not stop,
And ignore the dreams that lie?
But no, I am Icarus,
And will forever want to fly..
Katfather 51-55, M 2 Responses 3 Jun 2, 2010