Between the Gold and Blue

By Lore

Sat, 11 Apr 2026
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From the clifftop they soar
The rocks and ocean below
At least Icarus tried
 
Never too high nor too low
Expectations a cooling updraft
Melted wings cooled somewhat
 
Ironic they waited this long
Queued below a mountain of work
Tall enough to jump
 
Sun and sea, both are equals
The same result either way
Burnout or their collapse 
 
The flight in their mind
Full of thoughts most unhealthy
The edge far away
 
Wax wings yet to be
Made not by other's views
Crafted from their mirror
 
Balancing in the middle
Managing their own way
Gliding between gold and blue
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Submitted by insertponceyfre... on

Nice IP response Lore - thank you!