Icarus, the deifier of the sky, Trapped inside never to be free. Him and his gather blind Not knowing their fate.
Inside that tower never to be released inside the minds Began thinking of a diabolical plan of escape only Space and time would bear the fate of this deed That the world was not ready to see living inside So empty still no chance at light this was the Time to begin the plan of plight An unknown phenomenon the bear of flight Working in the day into the night only to Make wings like the angels they sing.
As they tried the wings on, The thought of freedom Came upon their face. Through the walls, they escaped. So high in the sky Not knowing their fate. The freedom they hungered for, Right in front of their eye. Jumping freely into the sky, feeling the rush of wind Push upon your skin. Who knew this was the end?
Icarus, so blind, So eager to fly, wanted to touch the sky. How foolish. You are child Are you to greet death with a smile?
Now, his father must watch As his son falls to his demise. Imagine what he feels inside as his son disobeys and touches the sky, Being so injust being so blind. What was running through his mind? Nothing insanity much like what follows in our Blood taking witness to what we became Egotistic machines that tear away at our Soul breath out we must let this inner demon
Go.
Take to the sky.
This goes out to all those who still dream, Making life what it seems. Open your eyes. This is your chance. Relieve the trap on our mind. Take to the skies.