The sun glared back at me as
I glared at the burning light with eyes
that turned the night into
flaming saucers in the sky.
'If only I could fly'
but Icarus has soured that deal.
I feel so incomplete,I can't compete,
can't aviate and so I walk along these
dusty untrodden tracks and contemplate
what is to be.
The sun still glares at me and I, a
lonely beaten man upon the dusty track
glare back.
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 1:16 AM UTC
The sun glared back at me as
I glared at the burning light with eyes
that turned the night into
flaming saucers in the sky.
'If only I could fly'
but Icarus has soured that deal.
I feel so incomplete,I can't compete,
can't aviate and so I walk along these
dusty untrodden tracks and contemplate
what is to be.
The sun still glares at me and I, a
lonely beaten man upon the dusty track
glare back.
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