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.