Like Icarus
It is said he flew too close to the Sun
and his wings of wax and feathers were no more
His dreams of freedom short lived, common
to our own
Pressed to fly where we could not, short lived
Anger has become the better part of me today
no longer a child of GOD, no longer what
once was a better man
Self imposed exile sometimes seems the
better of all things, can't soar anymore
Superman died today and so did his dreams
Write or think what you want
We already know our net worth
A penny for your thoughts, I gave away
mine for free
Sometimes that's not such a good idea
Time to hunker down Winter
is fast approaching and it's getting
cold, the funny thing is we're
still in August
Priorities need to be addressed
Today we begin with our own
Let myself go over the years
it's been a very long time
don't seem to know me anymore
Today we'll try to figure us out
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