-Taking a break from my cafe story…-
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As usual, my music is taking me places…places that are very very far…and I’m flying.
I can’t help but think of Icarus. His majestic well crafted wings catching fire. He got too close to the sun.
If I was Icarus: I’d refuse the wings! Sounds foolish! Ok ok I know it does! Sit down! 😉
Thank you for sitting down.
Now listen, and don’t get angry at my foolish irresponsible arrogance! Just try to hear me out!
If I was Icarus, I’d refuse the wings. My father Deadalus, would be offering them, he worked hard on crafting them so I could fly, and I don’t want them.
He will lay them carefully right in-front of me. His hands are tired and weathered and full of dark blotches and scrapes. But I still don’t want them! How ungrateful! Go ahead. Say it. But please remain seated.
I want them, only if
I want them, only if I can fly
Here you are jumping in my face again ‘but THAT’S THE POINT! He’s GIVING them to you so you could FLY’
‘Yes I do know that!’ I’ll say quietly. I’m calm. You’re not.
I don’t want the wings. I want them only if, I could fly…wherever I want to! Do not give me wings and say: don’t go up close to the sun! I get the don’t fly too low part! I could do that! I have no interest in low. But HIGH????? Are you kidding me???? Not too close to the sun so my wings won’t burn?! Oh wait…they’re made out of WHAT???? WAX???? Now I really really don’t want them! You’re the most skilled craftsman, and you made them out of…wax…sigh…I think you are trying to teach me something! Let’s see…I’m not supposed to disobey your rules? What? What is it that I am supposed to learn here?! To be wise? I AM NOT! I am not wise and I’ll never be!
So take your wings back!
Your wings will be wasted on me! It’ll probably take me 5 seconds to be right there close to the sun! And your wings will melt and I will fall!
How about, I help you make another set! Out of stuff that don’t melt ;)..just a thought! Then, you let me fly and linger…a bit longer…around..the sun