The sun shines so bright

I got easily blinded by its light

That I forgot where I should be

I became too enthralled

With every flickering spark

That I burned my wings

I got too near the fire

But losing my wings

And taking the fall

Might be the best part

Of this flight

After all

Because after all

I'm ready to get hurt

As I hit the ground

"I warn you, Icarus, fly a middle course."

My foolish heart decides on its own