i am icarus, but less inspired,
a speck of glitter that lost it's sparkle, floating with no particular destination.
earlier, with high hopes, i flew as high as i could,
made myself proud.
my wings, seemingly invincible,
soared against the winds, continuing on an upward journey.
but i flew too close to the sun.
i'm not falling, not really,
although my wings are just as strong as before,
just as beautiful, capable,
i just glide, not going up or down,
just steady, stable, safe, boring.
you see, unlike icarus, my wings have not melted,
i have just lost my momentum.
maybe this is the highest i can go,
maxed out, reached the limit too early.
icarus was forced to fall, wings melting, quick end,
i, have a slow decent to the ground,
a safe landing, but a difficult trek back up.
i reached my peak,
now, just like icarus, there is no where to go but down.
i think i would prefer the fall.