The seagull flies high over sea
And the crow stands here, mocking,
I walk along the jagged shore
Looking beyond the horizon,
Nobody knows what I can see
But I envision great ships docking,
I travel lands full of olden lore
And great armies which men rise in;
I am both birds in one feather,
Mocking this world and its people
As I delve into another,
Yet I can’t help but yearn to fly over
It, but, stuck on the ground, cripple,
I am just an unrequited lover.
No explanation for this one, I let the words carry me.
Hints and hunches are mine to keep.