Stuck
I’d rather be found,
on top a mountain
to see a landscape,
no artist could paint.
I'd rather be seen
in clear blue water,
warmed by the equator,
no pool can imitate.
I want to sail oceans,
me against Poseidon.
to fly like Icarus,
and sore into the blue.
But I am Tantalus,
trapped by my own chains,
my wings are burning,
and I drown.
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