Hating the prison
That he himself built,
Blaming himself,
Drowning in guilt.
Staying alive
For only his son,
Constantly thinking
‘Will this battle be won?’
Deep underground
In the Maze of Crete,
Where the minatour lived,
And faced his defeat,
Daedalus worked
By day and by night,
Building great wings
To one day take flight.