Sober Icarus

call me a sober Icarus
climbing to the skies
on a hope on a wish
on an utmost desire
I knew what I was

before a habit Daedalus
warning sirens were
were not to be heard
and every sup the
glue unfurled a feather

getting drunk on height
sipping gluttony on the
sun, wishing I was a
sober Icarus flying low
not getting high

a Daedalus sensibility
should not have been
ignored so, I plunge
as I got so high

I feel like a Minotaur
locked in a labyrinth


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