Enchanted

Little child, why do you chase the sun?
All you have to show is melted wings,
A broken heart among the cheaper things:
Your broken bones and shattered chest.
Your skin was scorched, contraption torched,
And what of all the rest?

It never mattered to you, did it?
It wasn’t that you wanted to catch the sun--
You knew you’d fail before you had begun.

You set your wings and tried to sail.
You were just enchanted;
Just wanted to know that you could fail.