Why do you insist that I be earthbound.
I have tasted manna
Directly from the heavens
Food for the gods
Maybe better.
Having known that taste
Why should I settle,
For anything less, mundane,
Perhaps even frivolous.
Why would I be
Less than what I could be.
Having known the colors of Eden
Seen red, blue, gold and green
Felt their vibrance, energy and life.
Why should I paint my dreams
In 256 shades of grey.
Why would you,
Especially you.
Blame me,
Censure and condemn,
My attempt
To scale the heights
To reach for the stars.
Or to perish in the attempt.
Icarus is not what I aim to be.
But like a foolish moth
For transient glory,
Closeness to brilliance,
Meaning and Consequence.
That’s what I need.
If it melts my wax
I fall and die
At least
I’d know, I’d done my best.
Why do you insist that I be earthbound.