I consider this my classic poem. I wrote it quite a long time ago.. but I still consider it one of my best. Human nature, philosophy.. Icarus was the boy of Daedulus the inventor. He flew too high to the sun, causing the wax of his wings to melt, and fell. Most people point to the story as a form of "Know wisdom and temperance."
I prefer to think he died just the way he wanted to.
Kissing the sky.