Dangerously Close
“Wax wings will melt - don’t fly too close to the sun”
His father warned as driver’s training begun
“I’ll never” Icarus promised thinking ‘easier said than done’
One year later, drivers license in hand
Icarus left home late to see his favorite band
Hopped on the freeway - his route perfectly planned
“I can push one hundred” Icarus said
Ignoring his father’s words echoing in his head
He wanted the thrill of the speed instead
Around a bend of the road where he couldn’t see
Everyone had stopped for a traffic emergency
Icarus’s wax wings melted and he fell in the sea
Gasping for air, waves of pain lasted longer
Surrounded by glass, Icarus realized he was never wronger
Than the day he thought his wax wings were stronger
The sun shone down, mercilessly hot
While Icarus sank in the ocean he had a thought
“My father was right” but the realization was for naught
Icarus took his last breath and then drowned
His father’s words he ignored he heard as his final sound
“Wax wings will melt - don’t fly too close to the sun,” how profound
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