Should I take a flight as what Icarus did?

Made wings of his own, tried to battle the unknown

Should I imperil all I own, so I can fly,

In such intrepidity will I ever touch the sky?  

Can this will be enough, that I might grasp

What lies beyond, find retort in oblivion?

Can this quest ponder the unfathomed,

or unlock the mystery of doom?

A malady amidst a celebration perhaps,

Or a perfidy amongst king’s knights?

Shall I conquer what engulfs my soul,

Or should I relish the tang of defeat? 

Alas, I came out undone 

Succumbing sorrow now I bear,

Bludgeoned by fear, an outcast will I be?

I have nowhere to turn except to Thee…