Icarus

I will rise in unfounded pride
Laying claim to false triumphs
Believing in my exaltations
When if light and truth were cast
They would reveal nothing
But fear and trepidation
My life has become a longing
For what is not mine and never was
The failed dreams that were once
Known as my aspirations
Have yielded to the death known as life
Ruling with the absoluteness
Of a totalitarian tyrant tormenting
Those that wish to rise up
And become something
This is the only truth in the world
If you rise up you will get knocked down
Like the “Wak-a-Mole” at Chuck-E-Cheese
And I surrender to the words
Of a thousand dreamers who failed to do
And an equal number of doers
Who simply failed to dream
“If you fight you will fail”