No Bird Is A Free Bird

Father.
You speak coherent words,
yet I cannot understand
what you are trying to tell me.

I want to fly,
to be a free bird,
soaring into the heavens.
Zeus, but bigger. Better.

What if I want to
fly to my death?
Would you grieve in pity,
or bask in knowledge of joy?

Pride radiates from
this new body of mine.
Wings of the bird,
interlaced with wax.

Falling to the heavens,
glee caresses these lips.
A smile bounces on my cheeks
with joy never discovered before.

Before now.
Twirling and tumbling
through this unknown world.
The light beckons, calling.

Heaven rejects this bird.
Thundering through the skies,
feathers tickling this dead man.
I regret my ignorance.

"Don't fly too close
to the sun" you said.
Did I respect you, father?
No. So now I die in shame.

Hurtling through this new world,
death suits my abused freedom.
No matter how hard anyone tries,
no bird will ever be free.