Too close to the Sun

I whisper soft against your clamorous indifference
my chest, it aches, please let me breathe
like I could handle when you look at me
so full of expectation and belief

Like I wasn’t scared to spoil your beautiful delusion
like it was easy, keeping up the charade, guessing the solution
Bless me, I got lucky again
but will you still care once I run out of aces in my hand?

I see the mould you so carefully have carved for me,
but I fear it’s too large in all the wrong places
and though you filled the gaps with rose-coloured accomplishments
I’ll never quite fit, I’d break my spine only to play pretend

You think I’m dancing through life
but you’re misinterpreting my stumbling
you think I know exactly what I’m supposed to do,
but here’s a secret: I’m utterly clueless, too

I flutter around, vaguely aiming for the brightest light
Yet somehow you’ve decided I’m a gilded butterfly
Am I vain to believe that maybe it’s true what you see?
Is my wish so naive, that it could really be me?

One of those days there’ll be a cloudless sky
and I’ll be blinded enough to think I can fly
You will watch me and applaud my attempt
And I will learn: It’s the brightest days that make my wings melt