Build up my palaces and my achievement shelves.
Scoring goal after goal, and searching for more and more applause.
Inside my wall, filling all those empty spaces.
The world will congratulate me for how amazing I am.
But I won’t really be there will I?
I left myself behind a long, long time ago.
Bent on proving everyone and everything wrong.
And in my pursuits have I proved them wrong yet?
Or are the troubles surmounting further and further?
A tough truth may someday be faced.
No! No! This cannot be!
Icarus falls from the sky…
He may even curse the sky on his way down…
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