Oh Icarus, how sorrowful am I?
I just heard the most beautiful lie.
A tale of a wide blue, and vast sky.
It's a place where there is a golden sun that's high
It's a place where the wind blows just right
It's a place that they call "The outside"
I've dreamt of that place once before.
I've also dreamt that I opened the door
And I've dreamt that I left this room and explored.
Only to wake and return here once more.
So, Icarus, do you think it's true?
Do you think that there's an ocean out there, filled with the deepest blue?
I don't. I've never even seen the sky.
But maybe there's one part of me left
That still believes in that beautiful lie.
Feb 7
Feb 7, 2026 at 11:38 AM UTC
Oh Icarus, how sorrowful am I?
I just heard the most beautiful lie.
A tale of a wide blue, and vast sky.
It's a place where there is a golden sun that's high
It's a place where the wind blows just right
It's a place that they call "The outside"
I've dreamt of that place once before.
I've also dreamt that I opened the door
And I've dreamt that I left this room and explored.
Only to wake and return here once more.
So, Icarus, do you think it's true?
Do you think that there's an ocean out there, filled with the deepest blue?
I don't. I've never even seen the sky.
But maybe there's one part of me left
That still believes in that beautiful lie.
