The Fall of Icarus

Save your own skin

Ikarus

The image is directed outwards,

it smiles at the smartphone,

it blogs and attracts

and indulges in the beautiful appearance

Behind it rocks and gambles

sometimes a poor pig

about money and power and more -

The smile often seems empty,

the lips are injected and full,

the eyes roll wonderfully,

the eyelashes twitch in men too -

Nobody can change them,

because everyone wants it that way:

The note becomes small on the phone,

the home will be yours behind the sound

How much can the woman really do?

And how rich is he, the poor man?

They just want more and more,

many faces appear empty,

they lose gram by gram of lightness,

prepare to remain silent behind the screen

and gram for gram behind Instagram

it gets quiet -

despite all the quotes, no one becomes wise

It could be your sister,

that hardly anyone really knows,

it could be your own brother,

so big and well-known – and yet insolvent

Nobody really speaks anymore,

nobody says a word,

no one lives honestly here,

no one dares -

just to protect yourself?

 

Feather of Truth, May 19, 2025