(when i was little i used to
stare at the sun)
(i would outstretch my arms
until i swore i could touch it)
(the one time i got burned,
no one was there to catch me)
(and now)
i refuse to be
icarus.
i don't know if this makes any sense. butyeah- i'm really scared of becoming icarus.
kara made me realize i should probably explain icarus (thank you). so in short, it's a myth- daedalus and icarus were father and son. daedalus built his son a pair of wings so that he could escape the labyrinth he had built. the wings were held together with glue; icarus was told that if he flew too close the sea the feathers would become wet and the wax would harden and he wouldn't be able to move the wings, and if he flew too close to the sun, the wax would melt and the wings would fall apart. when icarus started to fly away, he became overwhelmed with excitement and in his joy continued to fly higher and higher in an attempt to conquer the skies.
but in the end, his father's warning rang true- the wax melted, the wings fell apart, and because of his inability to keep himself grounded, icarus fell.