Standing at attention; a body in tension

A life given momentum

A life lived so intense with nowhere to run

Except forward, reaching toward the Sun


With goals too high, they called me Icarus

Telling me I’d burn, they hated on us

Telling me it's for the best, they gave up on us

Saw themselves as wise; thought themselves Daedalus


But I see things differently

I don’t take this life too seriously

Why be afraid of getting burnt

When we’re all going to be buried in the dirt


If I were to be burned by my passion

At least I could have a last moment of fun

Because I’d rather die doing what I love

Than feel the regret of giving up