And yet who could have known that Icarus flying
Would loose all sence of danger and mittent mortality
When soaring free far above our earth toned reality
Wings melted and sun scorched fell back to earth dying...

For to witness such genius so fetter'd with clooning
Is to life worse than death, devil's breath, and flames coiling
Thus the foiling of genius, despic'd and spoiling
Which springs naer relaxing nor chills of sweet swooning

So the jester investor asquanders deep musings
And 'midst laughter betrays the stone stark of his losings

*Big Sigh* ttr