Icarus!

Andrew Deaton



The higher we fly the further we fall.

It can be so fun earning your wings.

It can also take all of our favorite things.

 

I would rather stay grounded just knowing i flew.

We all have a choice.

Now tell me do you?

 

I flew so high.

I fell so hard.

I no longer have wings because they were charred.

 

I flew to close to the sun.

Just trying to have fun.

I burnt my life up.

Yeah i think i am done.

 

I caused much harm.

I caused much pain.

I thought i had fun.

Yet nothing was gained.

 

I now stay grounded.

I picked myself up.

I value my past.

With no knot in my gut!

  • Author: Poetic Burrito (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 5th, 2025 04:51
  • Category: Spiritual
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