My passion lingers.
Determination fades.
Doubts grow.
I'm burning.
Tiredness steeps into my skin.
My dear Icarus.
Is this how it felt?
When you couldn't fly any longer?
I feel like giving up.
But I realise that just need to rest.
Let my determination fade, for now.
It will come back to me.
I'm sure.
I'm going to rest.
While I plummet.
I'll fly back.
When my wings recover.
I'll join you in the ocean, Icarus.
Just for a bit.
But I'm afraid I can't stay.