Oh, the freedom
flying far above the world
that tries to pull you down
so detached from all the worries
everything that used to matter
falls away when that wind blows
in from underneath
and elevates you
beyond the simple things
when you’re standing at the center
of the universe
and all that was and is and ever will be
stretches out before you
almost bowing in your presence
when you can do no wrong.
But oh, the pain
when you repeat the sins of Icarus
and the wings fall off
and you go crashing
down into the waiting arms
of an earth that has no caring
for the high so soon abandoned
to reality