Parasailors

Harnessed and hanging, they glide through the sky,
Legs hanging down in the air.
Bright colored parachutes pull them along -
An escapade I wouldn´t dare.

Watching from beachside, I wonder why I
Am not made of daredevil stuff,
But getting me up into one of those things -
Well, you never could pay me enough.

Like Icarus yearning to fly like a bird,
People always have wanted to soar,
But the closest I´ll get is a seat in a plane,
When I know there´s a roof, walls and door!