like atlas, i watched you struggle to bare the weight of the universe.
like icarus, i watched you test fate until you fell.
like sisyphus, i watched you roll that boulder up the mountain over and over and overandover, never learning your lesson.
and like cassandra of troy, i could do nothing.
no longer can i remember if i miss you
or if i miss what you were.
(what do i do when your shoulders are no longer the highest place in the world?)
i now grow gardens where weeds once raged,
filling the holes in the ground with roses while
you fill the holes in your heart with
no longer do i wonder if i make you proud because
i grow a bit taller,
every single day that i prove you
(i will climb to the top of the world myself.)
like you, i am made of blind ambition but
unlike you, i do not burn.
i have turned your wings of wax into something more,
despite, not because of.
forward, i move because
like atlas and sisyphus and icarus
you are nothing more than an old myth made
to teach us children a lesson.