The span of my wings,
Shall cover the blazing sky.
I hear the muse, who sings
Of dreams crashing upon lies.
Such dreams are cast upon the earth
More as curse, than benevolence.
There they lie dead upon the hearth,
Like ravages of an emotional violence.
Far from this realm of chaos.
Like Icarus, I'll take flight.
I know I'll fail and fall
And be the one to mourn my plight.