i am bereft of the air 

and skyscrapers 

while dreaming of the sun.

can’t fly too high 

nor can i so low

my wings were futile, 

the only crime of mine

were to wish for my dream to come true

they say my wings would burn down and i’d fall

fall to my demise they say

drown and i’ll be dead

but whats it to live for

if you can’t even try?

whats there to look for

if it’s all the same route 

so i spread my wings

and went for the journey

and as like icarus

i fell

with a smile on my face.