Over the course of a set amount of time,
of being around each other long enough, it was
growing obvious that we had one major difference.
It was how I knew what I wanted, and a vague idea how to obtain
it,
And I was powered by selfishness and self interest and a narrowing ambition,
To the point where some may call me an effigy, or an *******, or an artist,
While she followed me around, trying to find herself, her own passion,
Her inspiration and all of that jazz, though she helped me greatly.
She was selfless and noble and, while I tried to help her find herself,
I was still shrouded in whatever the hell was going on in my mind,

You couldn’t call it pretty,
I was often such a whirlwind of aspirations, ideas and conflicts
it was hard to keep up with me,
hell, it still is, in that regard, but I hoped to help her grow and inspire her,
to go out and feel the world with bare feet and all of its beauty and discomfort.
I have not changed at all, still looking and trying to predict and plan,

But one thing I never anticipated
never even flew into my mind
was that once we rolled into the university,once she found the beginning threads of herself,
She found her wings,
And I was too heavy
to fly with her.
So she left me on the ground,

And I find that I’m not so ambitious or self sufficient as I thought I was.
But a vain part of me thinks that I am Daedalus,
Except this time I’m hoping
that her wings do melt
after all.