when was the last time you rode the waves of success?
rising to meet the stars with the cusp
the wind of adulation deafening the ear
blinding lights of the sun close in the eye
like an Icarus, rising up.. up..
in a never ending high
to meet your destiny, up above the world…
alas, the sea waits at the fall end of the wave
arms adrift in the lazy haze of a brazen day
all knowing and seeing
a chuckle hidden in the depths of silence
where shoals of bright vibrant lives
swim about in their business of living
brief and intense
oblivious to the sunny spread above..
what has gone up should come down
it is good
to know the landing place
before the skies dizzy you…
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