To reach the unreachable

To touch the untouchable

To face the unfaceable

Was the dream of Ikarus

And though he had to fail

He'll remain unforgettable.

In the twilight that the morning brings

High upon the cliff he spread his wings

Where the wind was blowing wild and roaring

And took him up to where the birds are soaring.



Like a seagull he tried to fly

Like a seagull up to the sky

High and higher

with feelings of surrender

Coming far too late.

Flying high he felt so light and free

From narrow-minded mediocrity

And Euphoria led him to believing

That his slimsy wings would safely lead him.

To the boarders of the universe

To his restless mind's eternal berth

No more yesterday and no tomorrow

No more longing for the end of sorrow.

Like a seagull he tried to fly

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