I dared to stare at the sun.
I envied to fly across
The rays and the warmth
Of the beams.

I dared to be Icarus.
I pride myself to steal the glimpses
Of the heat and the reeks
Of life, power, and finesse.
Only to settle,
For less.
For blindness.
For loss.
And mere humbleness.

I dared to tempt the gods.
To prowess before their eyes.
To stare them down, perhaps.
My pride reigns, at times.
It overwhelms.
Tempts the odd fates.
Only to crush beneath
The layers of the lights
In ever-growing darkness
To cruise in the abyss.

But, for a moment.
For minutest peaks,
I embrace. I let go.
I held. I loosen.
I fight. I surrender.
I recline. And then, I dare.

Today, I attempted to be Icarius.
I stared into the direct sunlight.
Only to tempt the fate.
And to dare my fright.