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A Fool’s Flight
It may be one of the most poetic ending of all
Icarus’ fall, that is
Stupid, prideful Icarus
The boy who flew too close to sun and expected not to burn
He learned that things can be beautiful
But intangible and fatal
Everyone talks about his death
How greedy he must be to have the opportunity to fly but give up on a wistful whim
But they forget his joy
For Icarus laughed as he fell,
teeth barred to the world as they say
Maybe everyone saw him fall
But in his mind he always flying
Even as the melted wax scorched his skin
His wings, poetically enough, prevented him from swimming to save his life
Even though, it is still the undeniable fact that Icarus Flew
I’d call him a lucky bastard
While you’d call him a fool
And there is a possibility that I am wrong
For another fact is that he is dead
But that matters not to him
For, you’re not in hell if you like the way it burns
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Guardian Wheeler
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