Icarus (The Staves)

Ideas hang before me, All but a breath away, They flicker into being And then begin to fade. And when I'm tired of sitting, I drag my bones to bed, And when I'm tired of sleeping, I think of them instead. They're only words. Don't have to shout to be heard. I have not seen the light for days. Like Icarus before me, These wings are not my own, And I am soaring skyward Just to tumble home. Moment has gone. I'm not the best at moving on. Nothing to say - No-one would listen anyway. Anyway. I have not seen the light for days. I have not seen the light for days. I have not seen the light for days. And nights. For days.