words Oliver Hallet
Do you think Icarus loved the sea when he fell?
Tumbling towards the depths
Breathing in his last breaths
Do you think he realised
This was the price of freedom?
That the world had stopped for him
For just a moment—
The Boy Who Fled the Nest
Young and free and soaring
Blessed beneath the rays of the sun
Taking in the sight of the cerulean plains beneath him.
Do you think he was taken by its beauty from above?
So lost in awe and wonder and love
He mistook the warmth from sun’s ever reaching grasp
As the burning feeling of freedom?
Or do you simply think he reached too far forward
Grasping for the impossible?
Longing to hold onto his destiny with his own two hands
Scarred and calloused by hard work and aspiration?
I think Icarus was one of us
Simply unaware of the world he was thrown into
He was told not to fly too close to the sun,
But did he know?
Did he know what that distance was?