A gull goes up
Like a freight train
At full speed
It spreads its wings
Raises its head
And flies
We watch mouths agape
Longing with all our hearts
For the freedom of flight
It is distressing
And desperate
Down here
That's the price you pay
For playing with poison
She says
She is right of course
Everything comes with a cost
We desire the liquid
And it takes a little bit of us away
With every sip
Perhaps the will to stop
Is not strong enough
Perhaps we are bored and lazy
Look up she says
Watch the gull
It glitters and soars
For a moment we are entranced
Glad that we are breathing
Making gentle waves
Like the flapping of wings
For a moment we are the bird
And that is enough.
