Thursday, June 11, 2009


Since birth I have looked off afar
Over the shoulders of my siblings
Beyond all supplement given
Wondering what are my purposes
Rules don't seem to apply
Beyond the gaze of my eye
An albatross living within
The confines of my present existence
Toleration of my surroundings
Is about as good as it gets
Other gulls remain in groups
While I remain aloof
Quite content within my own spirit
To look over the horizon
Past the noise
Trying to reach a place
I know cannot be reached
At least not on this plateau
But still even knowing this
I must go
Rules are too confining
Most of them make no sense
This is the great predicament
On the other side of the fence
So here I remain around the docks
Mostly on my own
Not much changes except when I fly
To places that have never been seen

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