Icarus

strap me with wings and direct me to the sun

turn me into a fool 

in an irresistible trance 

let the nile touch my lips 

and prove there’s no safety in two extremes

just the facade of a daydream

I want to see what lies between the earth and the skies 

whisper to me the secret of life 

for even if i don’t get the last breath,

I’d get the last laugh 

and prove naivety isn’t shown in risk

but rather being bound to the ground 

I’ve always been fascinated by acts of obsession and passion. Unconcerned with potential constraints, to be fully consumed by something—it’s a type of conviction I’ve always envied. A form of drive that accompanies freedom.

I see it in people who commit to the life of traveling.

People who have no place to call home. 

No form of security to fall back on.

You undress yourself of all societal obligations. It’s done not for the outside eye, but rather to satisfy the common curiosity and desire for adventure that comes with being human. It differs from the settled life others live. 

Many on the outside of this nomadic lifestyle reside in two extremes.

In the echoes of “it’s unsafe.” 

Or in the whispers of “I’ll wait.”

I want to see what exists in the present. I don’t wish to wait or imagine. 

No.

I wish to see.

Without concern for the potential violence of the sun or the ocean. 

I want to fall victim to the allure of their beauty and nothing else. 

I want to fall under the title of fool where dreamers are found.

And take the risk that comes with the attempt of flying.