I’m stuck here on the edge,
looking out at sea and sky.
What is going up,
and what is going down,
leave me feeling stranded.

The heavens above I long for,
a freedom, peace, and future,
I want so much to find.
But there is so much risk,
to reach such a great reward.

Thundering ocean depths,
are all I have ever known.
I don’t want to go back,
don’t want to be left behind.
How will these wax wings carry me?

Fragile and soft,
they weigh me down.
Should I reach up,
and try to fly?
Only for what could be?

But I don’t want to soar,
to merely taste the sky.
To fall back down to sea,
where I know I’ll drown.
Just like Icarus.