With Spirit Soaring
I’m Icarus,
And I’ve always wanted to fly!
That’s why I went to flight school
And tried my best to apply!
They didn’t like my grades, though,
All except science.
My dad’s really, really smart
But I showed too much defiance.
I was arrested three times
For climbing my neighbor’s roof,
But all I’ve ever wanted
Was to give people proof.
Someday, I will fly
And be the face of all airlines!
But until people trust me,
I’ll be stuck on the sidelines.
Perhaps I could try a plane
And fly that way.
But my dad doesn’t trust me
Not to go astray.
Yes, I want to skydive
Or at least fly one time.
But I guess until then,
I’ll just continue this rhyme.
I’ve searched all of the Web
For answers to my plight.
After all, all I want
Is one simple flight.
A person finally reached out to me—
A guy from a flight school.
But he really, really disliked
How I never followed a rule.
I loved throwing paper planes
And jumping off everything.
I always rode carnival rides
And went too high on swings.
Eventually, they passed me
For I showed a lot of spirit.
I always tried my very best
And worked hard every minute.
“Okay,” he said,
“It’s time to fly for real.”
My heart pounded fast in my chest:
Is it happiness I now feel?
All my life, I’d felt off
Like something dear was missing.
Now that I was approaching this plane,
I knew the gods gave me a blessing.
I strapped myself into the pilot’s chair,
Awaiting the signal buzzing.
As soon as I heard the imminent sound,
I vowed to stop at nothing.
Into the air, I was finally free
Of all the depressing people below.
They love their ground beneath their feet
But I trust the skies…
And the skies know.
Up, up, up I flew
Into the great beyond.
I didn’t attend my own funeral
For my soaring spirit was already gone.