Icarus

You are young, the world beckons you
Hurdles abound you find your way through
You crave for glory, you want to fly
You craft a wing, give it a try

Flying above the ocean, you forget to comply
With rule that says fly, but not too high
Soaring too near the sun can damage your wings
He who forgets his limits ultimately sinks

Wings of wax are bound to break
Proof they are not real but imitation, fake
The wings that liberate, that help you rise
Finally seal your fate, drive your demise।

“Burnout is nature's way of telling you, you've been going through the motions your soul has departed; you're a zombie, a member of the walking dead, a sleepwalker। False optimism is like administrating stimulants to an exhausted nervous system।”
~ Sam Keen