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Icarus Never Touched The Sky

The happiest kid

Became the bitterest adult

Telling everyone that the way he was was his parents fault

Too prideful to ever ask for help 

Who he used to be started to melt

Drowning in a sea of unspoken apologies 

He couldn't pay attention in class

So never got that college degree 

Too busy watching cartoons and smoking weed 

Angry and scared

Too arrogant to be aware 

Of the pit he was falling into 

His parents did their best when he was a child

They were just a tad bit too religious and controlling 

So he had to go wild

No lady ever loved him

So he used them as a distraction 

Anything to avoid taking accountability and action

Something was lacking 

Something was missing 

One step forward, two steps back, before tripping 

Drinking too much to create fun 

Smoking too much to feel numb

His friends grew up 

Got married

Had their own kids 

He wished he had their life to live 

They wished they were him

Fist fighting every night

Afraid he might be letting life pass him by

Getting high on his dreams

A dream doper 

Icarus never touched the sky 

In a constant free fall

He could never find himself 

Because he buried it down deep

Somewhere in the maze of his unconscious

He had hidden his truth from himself.


-CH 12/6/25






 
 
 

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