The father thought the maze
With his son, he learnt to fly
To escape
But Icarus flew too high
And only Daedalus survived
Let us take enough height
To escape the depth
Which would be our prison
Without burning the construction
Without which we are pedestrians
Sink
Fly
Sink
Fly
As you breath in and you breath out
I hope I've said what I had to say
M. Krebs Neale
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