Wax

I'm not sure if this is poetry but I was feeling burnt.

Head full of dreams
No one to share them with
Mind full of goals
No one to acheive them for
To touch the sun you must get burned
Like Icarus's flight on wax wings
Who waited for him
Did anyone catch him
I live and create my own mythology
Tried to touch the sun
Could not get off the ground
Too much pressure
Should one live his own goals or someone elses
How many dreams can ever be realized
How many goals can be acheived
Like Icarus I will never make it to the sun
However no one will read about it
Too many dreams too many goals
But still no one at all