They are the only ones who don’t understand me. I am the only one who doesn't understand them. One lonely seagull with feathers as white as me. One who is not in his flock, but in his flock. One sad excuses for a lonely appearance. From my stand, I hear it, but people don’t understand his pain.
His strength is secret. He flies high above the clouds. He goes above the clouds and back to the ground with his white wings. This is how he keeps.
Let one forget his reason for loneliness, they’d all fall like feathers in the skies, with his wings around the wind. Push, push, push he says to my in my focus. He teaches.
When I am too sad and lonely to keep pushing, when I am a single feather away from the flock, then it is I look at the seagull. When there is nothing left to look at in the skies. One who flew despite isolation. One who flew and do not forget to fly. One whose only reason is to be and be.