Literature
Flight of madness
I am Icarus.
Falling, falling toward a sea of madness.
The winds of confusion brush my face,
As my dark fate looms closer.
I was like you.
Told not to question, to accept.
I asked, and flew to close to the truth,
Taken there on the wings of curiosity.
I asked why.
Why we do what we do?
Why do we accept?
Why is the world this way?
Each question bringing more,
Bringing me closer to the Sun.
I looked in and saw darkness, more questions.
The truth brought no light.
Who am I?
The question that blows by as I fall.
That follows me down, into the deep.
As I learn not to fly, but to swim.