This too shall pass

as the old saying goes

I’ve been here before

and knowing me will be here again

Someday I’ll remember

to stop tearing down the walls

They’re such a pain to rebuild

each and every time

Clean up the wreckage,

hope I didn’t do too much damage this time

as I came crashing down to Earth

The crater seems much bigger

than it used to be

but that happens every time

Check my frequent flyer miles

to see if I’ve earned anything for my troubles

as I brush myself off

and rise from the rubble

Make a joke, keep on laughing

to fight away the teardrops

If it were somebody else this happened to

I’d just stare and shake my head

but no it’s me

someone that should’ve known better

but what else can I do?

Someday I might learn

how to not care too much

but if I do I wouldn’t be myself

So give Icarus his wings back

and pile these rocks high enough

that I might have some shelter

to sleep away the pain

There’s so much work ahead of me

to try and carry on

and I don’t think I’ll be taking flight

anytime real soon