Dare To Fly With Wax Wings

I want to fly high with wings of wax,

Even though I fall like Icarus,

But still, I like chasing the unknown world of my dreams

Coz they'll remain hidden under my lobes,

And exposure to little heat,

They, like my futile thoughts, would melt away!

And my fall would be magnificent-

From the altitudes of the skies to the deep fathoms of the earth,

And the people looking at my carcass,

Would laugh and say-

"How stupid of him to dare to fly without having a pair of wings?"

But still, my gifted wings of imagination would lift me, softly with a touch of rain on my forehead and lips,

And would kiss my soul for the journey ahead!