Daedalus
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There once was a man named Daedalus
Known as a dentist of excellence
He sampled some Vicodin
Now he’s imprisoned in
A habit of common excrescence
A habit which started with booze
you were always one to reach for the stars
your dad gave you wings and
hoped you’d be content with the sky
he was afraid
He plans meticulously.
She smiles with the warmth of a thousand ancient fires,
and her eyes twinkle to rival Venus in the night sky.
Whose maze was he in?
Daedalus survived aboard a stationIn the dark void of spaceHis son, Icarus, felt immense elationAs he worked alongside him at a faster pace Today they could see the red giantUp close and personal
O Muse, take pity one me! For I cannot retell half as well as thee!
Daedalus, Daedalus, creator of many the glorious thing,
Daedalus, Daedalus, the one who gave Man wing,
In Crete, that wretched place,
n the end, it’s all paybackYou take one step forward but two backIn your mind you can play it backBut you made your move, you can’t take it back.
Imprisoned, trapped, confined,
Prey to those who hunt us,
but blessed with genius, with cunning.
The wings of freedom on our backs
provide our only hope;
the gateway to the heavens,
