Icarus Wings

Icarus Wings IN our quest for scientific exploration can we ignore with indication of failure coming? as we turn back the clock to enter time machine once more? the age old story of one Icarus flying. How he worked his father watched him from the place he hides to watch. The feathers for the wings look how he binds them and then pastes them and then pitches them so carefully entwined to shed the rain and other elements. Why he thinks he can fly with me what have I taught him why does it bothere me so much. He is just a boy. The day started out so gracefully we soared. But worry engulffed me and I was soon startled from my reverie by the sound of hurried wings beating oh so frantically vanity is try to hold the thing afloat in air gone madly into frenzy. My son My son Icarus use the wings oh no what is the use what have I done. He flew too near the sun. The wax and flaxen wings have come undone. Just yesterday I saw my son making his wings to come undone today to mock me. It was not raining it never even rained it was the sun. He flew to high and drank too much decay. Icarus Wings are gone.