Fly on Icarus

Fly on Icarus 

Frozen feet dance fanning flame

Scorched the toes and burned again

Guess I should’ve worn the other’s shoe

The bosses sit in their sailboat’s galley

Sitting proud, sitting paly 

The one stands by the door and never sits or uses the loo

Give me just the time to try

Please don’t leave me high and dry

First I lost my shirt and now my shoes 

I apologize if I annoy 

My mind always makes me it’s slavish toy

My pockets emptied, no ego to bruise

Business suit, a necktie root

Run down the riverbank

Cool them tootsies baby in the stream

Beneath the skies and all its lies

Wonder what will ever become

Row, row, row your boat, life is but a dream

You can’t fake each choice you make

“Carry the torch son”, a big mistake 

Knew I’d just get my digits burned

Dusty leaf lies on the ground 

Merrily we all fall down

Knee scrapes and broken flower blooms 

Tumble, tumble how fast this world turns!

A racist cat chases a rat

PC in an awkward animal way

Hickory dock and up the clock again

But it’s a different house where you’ll find the mouse 

By the shelf with test tubes disguised as prescription vials

The clock struck one and my bell rung again

There’s got to be a better way

The trail head there just up ahead 

I think the breeze is blowing directly due south

Perhaps I’m just paranoid

And self consumed in my cranial void

I just see the pin suit cuffs and $1000 shoes

Through my third eye

Give me just the time to try

Please don’t leave me high and dry

First I lost my shirt and now my shoes 

I apologize if I annoy 

My mind always makes me it’s fucking toy

My pockets turned out, no ego to bruise

Business suit, a necktie root

The old canoe behind the knoll in the green

Beneath the skies and all its lies

Wonder what will ever become

Row, row, row your boat son, gently down the stream

There’s got to be a better way

The water winding just up ahead 

I think the breeze is blowing directly to the south

Perhaps I’m just paranoid

And self consumed in my cranial void

I just see the pinstriped suit sails and sailor suits

Through my third eye

Rubber legs and seasick bags

Hold me over the gunnel side

Guess I should’ve staid on solid ground - to see what could be found-

The bosses sit in their sailboat’s lounge

Cigars, smoke, ashes we all fall down

The one stands by the door and never sits or uses the loo

My brain, a numb cerebral spin

Feeling higher than I’ve ever been

Please don’t ever leave me high and dry

First I lost my shirt, then sight of the sky

I apologize if my smile is wry

Hey look Peter: I can fly, I can fly, I can fly!

I can fly

I can fly

I can fly