The Voice In My Head
I scream this warning as I fall; a ball of fire and fool.
My insides burning with naive abandon of this rule.
Hear the young men scream, see them dropping one by one.
Beautiful in agony, burning like the sun.
See them blaze their acrobatic shapes into the sky.
Too close to the sun, my son, too close too many fly.
I speak this warning as I lie here black and without soul.
My child abide by this one if you must pick just one rule:
To seek pleasures too freely is to reach the edge of sky,
that's too close to the sun, my son. I cannot help but sigh,
for too close to the sun, my son,
too close
too many
fly......
