Let me be my own Herakles,
as you watch me grow,
upon and unto your eyes;
yet when the crucial time that is ripe I am free
of your training,
of your edifications,
of your love you gave. . .
In one swoop my Icarus wings are built,
fascination will be my own downfall,
and I would fall,
so shall it be then,
I will plummet but rise into mine own.