Icarus
In the current moment, a realization.
A single feather spiraling down, a premonition of things to come. Gravity works the same on both of us! Heading towards safety; too late. Wings come unbound, and the realization deepens. For the smallest possibility of survival, acceptance was required. Accept the impossible to survive the impossible. A first and last flight, it wasn't supposed to be this way.
Who knew how different things could be based on where we are. Perspective, makes the illusion real. Exhilaration so quickly became regret, and freedom maybe never existed in the first place.
Man was not made to fly, but our spirit travels onward and upward, even when our bodies cannot.
A single feather spiraling down, a premonition of things to come. Gravity works the same on both of us! Heading towards safety; too late. Wings come unbound, and the realization deepens. For the smallest possibility of survival, acceptance was required. Accept the impossible to survive the impossible. A first and last flight, it wasn't supposed to be this way.
Who knew how different things could be based on where we are. Perspective, makes the illusion real. Exhilaration so quickly became regret, and freedom maybe never existed in the first place.
Man was not made to fly, but our spirit travels onward and upward, even when our bodies cannot.
posted by Seython at 4:59 pm
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