ICARUS’ WINGS

I will fly on Icarus’ wings;

Even though I know his fate;

For doomed am I to reach for the sun,

And doomed is no feeling, but a taste.

I will drop a feather, to those who watch;

And tell me that I’m insane;

A feather left as my memorial,

To remind the world of its pain.

That feather will fall, as I rise;

And embrace the stars again;

For doomed am I to repeat history,

Doomed to try to hold the rain.

I will walk between the rain;

As it makes a cage for you all;

I will hold the key in form,

Form of a feather; a feather to fall.