Answer me, Icarus

Answer me, Icarus.
Was it hubris that failed your wings,
That fateful day of long,
And let free such anguished wails,
That every bard held it’s echo for a song,
“Behold here, tis where Icarus fell,
Alone, as a sliver of star,
Who aimed for the sun one day,
But never reached even half so far.”

Answer me, Icarus,
What did you try to seek in the sun,
Was it one color, a different light,
Or desire to quietly burn,
To fall far off into the sea,
And flower somewhere deep,
And witness the layers of life;
As a man as awake as asleep.

Author: TheHumanAnvil

Dust made alive

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