english,
Icarus flew with feathers strung by wax
To the open air-- to the blueness of skies
With the sun shining brightly out on the horizon
And the ocean, waiting in darkness and depth
Crying out to his father in front,
“Come back! Father! Don’t leave me alone.”
But onwards he went, not hearing the cries
So Icarus tried to catch his ignorant eyes
He flew way above the thundering clouds
Past all the birds who nipped at his heels
Beyond his strength and beyond what he can
He flew to the sun-- he flew to his end
He felt all the burns that pierced through his skin
He felt more bites and scratches and rips
His arms, they felt heavy from flying too much
But he pushed and contested the unnatural ache
With tears in his eyes, he followed the light
His anger and arrogance poured out his soul
The loneliness filled him with rage and despair
Even when he lit up and was devoured by shoals
Literary (Submission): Fly Past the Loneliness
Icarus flew with feathers strung by wax
To the open air-- to the blueness of skies
With the sun shining brightly out on the horizon
And the ocean, waiting in darkness and depth
Crying out to his father in front,
“Come back! Father! Don’t leave me alone.”
But onwards he went, not hearing the cries
So Icarus tried to catch his ignorant eyes
He flew way above the thundering clouds
Past all the birds who nipped at his heels
Beyond his strength and beyond what he can
He flew to the sun-- he flew to his end
He felt all the burns that pierced through his skin
He felt more bites and scratches and rips
His arms, they felt heavy from flying too much
But he pushed and contested the unnatural ache
With tears in his eyes, he followed the light
His anger and arrogance poured out his soul
The loneliness filled him with rage and despair
Even when he lit up and was devoured by shoals
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