Like Icarus, I sometimes feel
I’m too close to the sun
I spend my life in penitence
For things I oughtn’t have done
My heart is always battling
Against my head’s wise will
Enthusiasm always wins
Although I lack the skill
I always seem to start the job
With such tremendous verve
But when the going gets me down
I always lose my nerve
I wish, just once, I’d realize
I’m just not made to win
But no, I think I’ll try again
I’m made of rhino skin!
