We all fly with Icarus wings
made of wax and seagull feathers
and crafted with care and time.
Cautiously, we fly between
omnipotent godliness 
and the depths of despair,
in the realms of 
greatness and mediocrity.
To get too close to the sun
would show us too much of the world,
to get too close to the sea
would show us our deepest pain,
and both entail the greatest of costs
for with every action 
there is always an exacting compromise.
We must beware our Icarus wings
for they are made only 
with our fragile hopes and dreams.


left behind | project 4