Daydreams at the 9-5.
Clouds and rumbling, grumbling,
Flash of lighting! In between the vapors,
I'm glimpsed, quick and un-frightened.
My wings carry me far, flitting from here to there,
Black feathers, deep as tar,
Remind of the price I paid to fly.
Still I move on, from stormy skies,
To clear plains of the deepest blue,
Where clouds cover the ground far below.
I rise higher, memories of Icarus,
And his fall, rising with me.
Don't warn me to heed the sun!
With wings woven of purest shadow,
And a heart rivaling the darkest hole,
I rule the skies from a soulless throne.
No fire shall touch me,
I will rise higher than the skies,
The Sun, The Moon,
Above the night, the gloom.
I will rise higher.
I will rise anew.