Flightlessness

O flightlessness
O flightlessness
I fell into...

See my sky machine, made of balsa frames
And glass, with wings of silk and subtle strings
That tie the pieces all together.

And in the sails like imaginary winds
And gales are all of our successed and failed
Ideas and inspirations.

I let go of my father's hand
And I flew to land on the sun.
But before my feet touched the swelling heat
I had lost my wings, one by one.

O flightlessness
O flightlessness
I fell into death's window.