Icarus again and again…

Meanwhile everything’s the same,

fish swim downstream as well as up

so don’t be fooled by cliché’s fame,

because virtue’s virtue will corrupt


itself and all who still pretend

there’s a something beyond it all,

thus refusing to bow they ascend,

proud as Icarus they rise to stall;


meanwhile the rest of us plod along

doing what must be done less airs

allowing a dream of being so strong

but saddled with every day cares.