In Pursuit of Greatness

Fallen angels all, we stand -
Reminiscing on the wings we once had,
Biding our time will old wounds heal;
Till we’re great again.

Locked out of heaven, still feared by hell -
The sad beauty of our perfections drives fear into the heart of the imperfect
We’ll fly again (hopefully we don’t meet Icarus’ fate)

Individually we strive, till one day we make the common understanding,
The sharing of minds –
The ascension which defies explanation.

Until then,
We’re just pursuing greatness.