Icarus

And for years they will call you 
Icarus, the reckless boy who flied too high
who reached the sun and plunged into his death.

And no one knew that 
your destination never was the next shore
And your flight never was from the high maze

They would never know that
The glamour of the spheres have 
Taught you the secrets of their songs

To reach too high is far better than 
to fall into the ways of the man
who plows the land and knows not the end

Your story will be told as a tale for the 
Children to obey the rules and 
You will be mocked at, forgotten, and left alone

Only because you are too young to
Speak in your own words and have left too soon
To defend for your own dreams

Unlike your father who sang his mind so well
that his passion and judgement sent his curiosity
into the maze of his own grave
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His mind is remembered such 
that little pueri will have to learn from his intelligence— 
the man who acted

Yet Icarus, Icarus, the boy who fell
are’t the lights in the ocean singing
The same song of the falling spheres 

Churning, swirling, in the embrace of your sun