Delirious, I swam through the air,

Scalding sunshine upon my back,

I discarded my fears to the seas,

My head swarming with hopes and dreams,

For now I needed no redemption,

No acceptance, no permission,

For my tongue had lashed at truths,

I thought I could never have spoken,

My voice did not quiver,

As the words poured forth like stream and river,

But the heavens had other plans for me,

And I heard the scream of the lightning bolt,

But admittedly I was at fault,

My behaviour had been lax,

I’d maraud the dancefloor, pillage the bars,

Collapse in the streets and vomit the stars,

I’d grown proud and reckless,

I was sinful and feckless,

But father I did it, I made my choice,

To be torn asunder by the skies,

To forsake your advice, to challenge your word,

Foolishly thinking I could soar like a bird,

But boys are not born with wings,

So you watched me hurtle to the ground,

An offering to the earth,

You screamed and howled,

You pulled at your hair in a frenzy,

Cursed me for my pride,

But your bitter tears could no revive my corpse,

For lungs fill with air and not with remorse,

So onwards through the heavens you crept,

And with each beating of your wing, you bawled and wept.