ICARUS

At Heavens door I stood knocking. All the while, the child in me mocking the old wise owl’s instructions. Now I am slipping and sliding downward a spiraling road to destruction. Feeling foul, man soul corruption. 

On the prowl, I fell prey to the predator. Man, what can I say? Now I’m enslaved to the creditor. Indebted to her, for passing pleasures the price I could not possibly pay. More expense then I could measure, more treasure then scales could weigh. 

This fantasy land, I was just visiting man. I never thought that I would stay. I never thought that I would stay! Whoever thought that they would stay?

Now remembering the last good days, but who wants to? The good memories haunt you, they taunt you, shining clear bright against the emptiness of this endless night- like the moon. So high- when my wings broke in flight. I crash landed the kite. Left stranded at the site, too weak to defend, too hopeless to fight. My eyes won’t focus right. 

Just when I thought I got away with no strings attached that's when gravity attacks. And I’ve fallen back through the planet’s cracks. And you’ve fallen back through the planet’s cracks. And we’ve all fallen back through the planet’s cracks. 

Now I’m standing before the whirlwind witnessing the world’s end, taking one last breath.

Preparing for life after death, whether it be the sorrow that comes after the laughter left, or a sweet rest in sun-soaked fields full of color-filled flowers, in full bloom. 

And now the old way stays rotten and dying, I am leaving to a place that forgotten in time. A place where time is forgotten once its left behind. 

And now the old way stays rotten and dying, I am leaving to a place that forgotten in time. A place where time is forgotten once its left behind.

I’m out of sight, out of mind. I’m out of body- out of time. 

(*These words have also been vocalized and put to music. I wrote this while going through a phase commonly referred to in Christianese as ‘backsliding’. Or what CS Lewis may have considered the low side of life's undulation? Its about being depressed and defeated, but I think it also has a certain shade of hope and hunger in there somewhere. Feedback is welcomed.-Gabe)