• In the sky there is a boy.
    He looks exited, full of joy.
    If I were him I would be nervous.
    surrounded by machinery
    his eyes look worried
    or maybe its the light
    He grins for the camera,
    ah now his age begins to show.
    The propeller begins to spin,
    And his game begins.
    With the wind in his face,
    His heart begins to race.
    Once he hits the ground,
    he thinks he's won.
    thus is the fate of the Industrialized Icarus.