Epic Of Icarus [part one: In Dreams]

Epic Of Icarus

Part One: In Dreams
How great it must be to fly
Without worries or cares
Without doubts or fears
Spreading wings to soar in air
There, in the open, unchained breeze
Where the manacles of oppression,
The ball and chain of civil slavery, and depression
Have never even seen the light of day
Have never disgraced the clouds with acid
Fly to the sun, the source of all life
Beyond the blue, beyond the crimson knife
Escape the strife, the prison, the cell,
Escape those who persecute the pursuit of happiness
Beware the holocaust from clocks
And those who wish man to walk
Whose desire is not to fly,
Rather, but is instead to hunt those who try
Beware those who fear change
The stars are within reach, though
So never give up hope
Never let another kill your will
And always still, don’t steal a gain
Or the pain will be excruciating
Learn the limits, don’t fly too low
Or the ocean will dampen your wings
And send you to a watery grave
From whence you shall remain
And drift forever on the River Styx
Where breathing will not happen
For there is no air, and flying is banished
Learn the limits, don’t fly too high
Or the sky will send you to Inferno
Where you shall never perish, but
Will always parch for nourishment
And never receive any, only suffering,
From sulfur and brimstone, fire and hate,
More evil and corruption than mere mortal can take
You can be spared from eternal damnation
If you only learn to fly within reason
If you avoid the chains of time
If you never give up hope
Then the dream can be made real