this is a stanza from a shitty poem i wrote a few months ago, but i liked this stanza, so i’m putting it here so it will live on. maybe i’ll recycle it later.

great trials breed the strongest pairs –
so like icarus i fly
Up Up Up
into this crazy sky.
i might get burned – in fact i probably will,
but i’ll keep loving still.
tumbling down into a labyrinth of my own design,
i’ll whisper to the wind:
“everything be fine”
for nothing can fight a heart that knows no bounds.
not man nor beast can shut this fool down.