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The inexorable creep of sleep seeps into my toes worries and woes Thrown out my window. For during good times I have flown too close to the sun.
Dear Icarus, you poor, poor soul, Forever a cautionary tale That reaching for the blue, bright sky Is doomed to always fail. Were you truly at fault? All you wanted was to fly.
I wish I didn't dream so big The ground is a hard place With only blood and melted wax wings To cusion the fall
The first thing I saw when I met you Were your wings, held close behind Tucked and folded, neatly hidden A stifled source of pride. I loved you for your wings, Though I knew they would be your demise
I am Icarus who is in love with the Sun. In your own sweet and delicate way,You are a burning light of emberThat has sparked what is nowA raging inferno within my soul.
I lie in distant planes of a lost timeAnd my groans and sighs echo against the stones at my feet.For two waxen demons sit on my shoulderssAnd have grown too heavy for my frame.A wing made of wax cannot be folded;Neither can it bear the weight of I
ICARUS - a stiffened dream of humanity in his desire - to fly Space ships and airplanes is not full of human feeling that this dream has come true Our mind want to traveling around the stars and distant worlds
Informed; I pack my deserted island duffle bag Like Icarus and Sisyphus I set my feet to sand Action cannot exist as past, and my time is at hand Whether fall, fail or crumble I have nothing but my will
The summers are hot, but you are hotter. Your wings are made of wax melting nothing left but a paint by numbers. You tell me it’s okay,
Poor little Icarus so far from home. Freedom filled him up but weighed down his bones. Poor little Icarus fell into the water. By the light of the sun
Pandora Foolish girl You let your curiosity get the best of you And opened the box That forsaken box And now your brethren and children Will suffer A fate of sins and evil
O Muse, take pity one me! For I cannot retell half as well as thee! Daedalus, Daedalus, creator of many the glorious thing, Daedalus, Daedalus, the one who gave Man wing, In Crete, that wretched place,
In education, there lies miscommunication, misinformation, and misinterpretation-- for bright-eyed students lose their naivety and become hard, cold, and cynical; like the ones that teach.
Imprisoned, trapped, confined, Prey to those who hunt us, but blessed with genius, with cunning. The wings of freedom on our backs provide our only hope; the gateway to the heavens,
Oh Icarus,Look at your broken form;You tried so hardTo be a god,But they clipped your wingsAnd spit on your pride,Oh Icarus,Tell me,How does it feel to beMortal now?