Icarus

Just because I do not have wings, does not mean I can not fly.

For you see me; I try, I try, I try.

I reach up high and spread my arms as if to fly because I just want to touch the sky.

My goal is to fly up to the sky to escape the lie, for when I reach the sky I will know I am high and the lie will be forgotten.

The forgotten lie, will proceed to die as I continue to fly ever so deeper into the sky.

So will you not help me? Help me get high so that I can fly into the sky and leave the lie behind to die? Or must I stay grounded since I have no wings with which to reach the sky and lye in my lie. 

Walls

Slamming up my cold hard walls,

made of cold hard stone,

to protect my cold hard heart,

from feeling so alone.

Running in the other direction,

taking a huge step back,

because my cold hard heart,

 was starting to crack.

Slamming up my cold hard walls, 

made of cold hard stone,

to protect my cold hard heart,

from feeling so alone.