Waxxed

We are the envy of all that see our flight. Born to close the earth-heaven gap. We are not melted wax back Icarus. Falling from delusions of grandeur. With each flap of hapless wings. Shedding feathers and arrogance. We are grandeur. We are what happens. When God and Mother Nature Share a dream. Know these things. We are past the dark Dorothy days. Linger and that legacy no longer. We serve neither the wicked nor the good. We are free to pursue our own magic. Make our myth anew. We are monkey and angel in one.Long ago, someone ,somewhere Took a stand Against another man Picked up a stick Then marked the sand Then dared the other To cross "his" land Encroaching first This thirst Cant be quenched By entire oceans Dont you know it The wind that tears the trees down Doesnt even make sound The fire that consumes this all Doesnt even rage without spark And it wont start till tomorrow