melted wax

my father gave me all the opportunities
i would have ever needed
to break free.
he gave me intelligence, strenth, and wings.

with caution i was taught not to fly too high or low.
you are not to go near the sun
or fly too close to the sea.

but what did he know?
was i going to listen?
the free flying, escape from life
it felt so great.
i was getting careless
and i felt i knew better.

what harm does it do to feel
the warmth of the sun
and to feel the mist of the water?
up, down, and further up i went.

pretty soon i got too close
to the sun, for that's just
what i was destined to do.
like icarus my opportunity
escaped me as my device, my wings,
my freedom melted away.

i've been crashing back down
to earth in this freefall
looking at the floor.
it's going to hurt.
i'm almost there.
but its okay. it's just pain
maybe there will be a repreve.
or maybe the crash will be fatal.
there's only one way to find out.