What If I could Fly…
Would is fee like Flying?
Or
Would it it feel like Falling…
Plummeting hundreds of feet to my Death
Would it feel like Freedom?
Like shedding the chains of gravity and being allowed to go anywhere,
Solely because I can
And
If I fly too high
Will I plummet like Icarus?
Kissing the Sun so I can fall back to the embrace of the Ocean?
I have always been Indecisive,
Maybe Icarus didn’t Fall,
Maybe Icarus chose to Dive,
Because he knew that was the last time he would Fly…
Maybe he wanted to take that last shot at freedom and do what no one else Dared,
Even if it killed Him…
Isn’t that what freedom Is?
Isn’t that what freedom Drives?
When you have been deprived of it for so Long…
You will do anything to keep It,
Enjoy It,
Even for a Second,
Even if it kills You…