Waxen Wings

I get my best work done in my sleep
Last night I made a mountain
That would make Olympus weep
Rode up there on a fountain
From bursting wells ten miles deep
And found a new planet to live on
One we’ll be smart enough to keep

Caught a comet out to Saturn’s rings
Where I had some Titans to meet
Zipped out by Jove to flex my wings
Waxen and weightless and fleet
Showed off my moves to some old dead kings
And headed for the source of things
When I was ready to meet the heat

Locked in a labyrinth
Bound for the Sun
All it takes is rhythm
You’ll go far with wax and strings
And fly away with freedom
Oh those are some lovely wings
But have you got the wisdom?

When levity gave in to gravity
A funny thing transpired
But it wasn’t terribly funny to me
For all that fortune had expired
Tragedy or comedy
It’s all a matter of proximity
The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree
Quite unlike humanity

If I could cling to one regret
Tumbling back to Earth in confusion
I’d wish I had laid a smarter bet
Reckoning the power of hydro-fusion
All the dreams we haven’t seen yet
Beyond the reach of resolution
No one to weigh the real threat
Of flight by a child of the dungeon

Locked in a labyrinth
Bound for the Sun
All it takes is rhythm
You’ll go far with wax and strings
And fly away with freedom
Oh those are some lovely wings
But have you got the wisdom?

In this game of musical stairs
All is lost if you’re stuck in a chair
The only way out is up in the air
As we contemplate compromising
The fire is below and quickly rising
Take the elevator all the way to the top
When you get there just forget to stop
Oh Icarus, put some sunscreen on your face
There’s no ozone out in outer space

Takes a lot for wax and strings
To fly away with freedom
Oh you’ve got the wings
But have you got the wisdom?

February 4, 2017. Category: Air Lift Underground, Word Jazz.

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