Icarus Dream
by Scott Grimando
My Wings Are Made of Paper
And I Rush Headlong To the Sun
I Sought the Dream of Icarus
Am I the Only Reckless One
To Dream of Freedom
And Break These Earthy Bounds
To Fly on Wings of Fancy
My Plans To Go Undone
The Fatal Flaw In Simple Plans
Of Restless Dreamers Eager Hands
Is That Wings of Paper Burn
When They Come to Close To the Sun
The Shame of Those That Fear To Fly
Is That They'll Never Know
How the Wind Feels In Their Hair
Because They Were To Affraid To Die
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