I am trapped in this pillars of lies,
Walls closing on me from inside.
As I fly to the end of sea,
I search for an answer;
to “what’s my destiny?”
I wish I had not turned a blind eye,
To what I thought was a lie.
But what do I do?
How could I have possibly seen through?
Through the words which often deceived,
And eyes which always grieved.
But now that I am here;
I fear what he said was true,
What do I do?
Should I go too close to blue?
Or shall I take in all the red?
Should I burn and wither?
Or shall I suffocate to the ocean’s bed?
Lies were those which said;
“All you need are wings to fly”
Look how they melt in the burning sky.
As I fall to down till eternity;
It strikes me.
What I am and how I would soon be.
I would remain not just ashes but much more.
My name would be called upon for years to come.
As a sign of failure,
Asking them to give up.
But as my wings melt;
All I have to say is,
I am the one who tried;
To escape or die from who lied.
So remember me for what I stood for,
Not what I did,
Remember me as a person
who would chose to take a leap,
over hiding in a corner and weep.
Who was Icarus?
In Greek mythology, Icarus (the Latin spelling, conventionally adopted in English; Ancient Greek: Ἴκαρος, Íkaros, Etruscan: Vikare) is the son of the master craftsman Daedalus, the creator of the Labyrinth. Often depicted in art, Icarus and his father attempt to escape from Crete by means of wings that his father constructed from feathers and wax. Icarus’s father warns him first of complacency and then of hubris, asking that he fly neither too low nor too high, so the sea’s dampness would not clog his wings or the sun’s heat melt them. Icarus ignored his father’s instructions not to fly too close to the sun, whereupon the wax in his wings melted and he fell into the sea.