icarus.

envious of the birds, i built wings..
        my knees ached with anticipation.
jealous of their ability to soar, i too, soared
        it seemed the butterflies in my stomach lifted me.
greedy for more than just that, i flew higher.
        with every flap of my wings, the sun grew larger.
and for my greed, my wax wings melted,
        i plummeted down to the sea below.
as i fell, i knew:
i was never a bird, i would never fly.
        i should have listened.