Time After Time; Mistakes After Mistakes

Time flies
And we are Icarus
Learning to fly with our mundane souls and fabricated wings
Just like the sun
Time witnesses a reiterate fiasco
When the ocean kisses our radiant skins
Dismayed; our bodies hurled beneath the blue
Wailing, failing
Draped with sea salts and regrets
A lesson for the ones
Who want to hold hands with the immortals

So Icarus,
Won’t you come down and rest your head?