Wings of wax

Sitting on my ass all day,
I find that I can relate to that robin’s egg.

Bathing in my potential,
a lot I want to do, and so much with you.

I stood up for the first time today.
I felt my roof cave away. How’s the sun so bright?

Fifty feet above my yard, how small my house
is from here, like a children’s toy.

Fly away on wings of wax, I don’t care
if they melt: it’s a bright new day.

I’m just glad that I got out. I was so sick
of that maze and its ugly fiend.

I can now forget my thoughts. I can act
on today, aim right at the sun.