TOO CLOSE TO THE SUN
Flying high; chased dreams; vanity and recklessness.
Rediculous ambition; square pegs into round holes
rounded corners waned, now smooth
and no, l don't really like anything in particular.
Stable and surface; fragility and blind depth;
The shallow end, for deep people with nothing more to give.
atmospheric ascensions and blinding joy
the cold and dead reaches of space
burned hot by stars with no love to give.
Flying high; a cold blue dot; like my mother;
i forgot what her face looks like.
i felt so small I didn't need to hide.
i stared at the sun until the light became darkness
i ran aground in the might of its strength,
and burned.
i matched the emptiness I felt inside.
And in all of my dreams
i flew to close to the sun.