Icarus' p.o.v
A temporary wonder, phase and chase describes your existence. Beneath the ground and in my heart, you rest in peace. Solace, silence and fame are at your own expense.
Only wisdom can make a solution come out of nonsense. Lean on me, no, you must carry on. Understanding you, I finally know the truth. Taken for granted and gone way too
soon, it is what it is. Even if you are in outer space, your presence is greatly felt somewhere nearby. Vainglory, what could've should've would've been. An journey into the
wonderful unknown, painless birthing process, our metamorphosis. Redundant hellos and goodbyes, a season of personal growth and sacrifices. Time's healing hand,
introspection, oblivion. Nevermind me, imagination.