A wide open ocean

A sea bird a wide open ocean
The horizon apparently far
I have wings and I do have the notion
To leap and to fly and to star

In my very own dramatic picture
A phantom a spectre a ghost
A figment of imagination
A solitary soul who can boast

A place in the great scheme of genuine things
Outward looking and seeing so much
Having eyes now to focus on the tiniest soul
And the energy really to touch

As brains go mine is a prototype brain
Primordial in many ways
Inventive I could say inventive
That might be worthy of praise

Able to take affirmative action
Adjust and decide what to do
To point my heard towards the horizon and fly
To be honest a fact and be true

To myself, it kicked in ,it seemed farther
Than i had imagined it to be
The more that I flew it felt kind of true
The distance was as far its true

And how could that be for each moment
Clearly I was travelling and I
Looked back at the beach I had walked upon
And could hardly see it, so why?

Had the horizon not come any closer
Had I misjudged the distance as well
Lower down had it changed the perspective
I was feeling unsure I could tell

The sky was a great heavy canvas
The sea was an envious mass
It was good that I still was a seagull
For what if I had been an Ass

Handicapped by having 4 legs
And a great swishing tail at my back
Not particularly good in the ocean
For swimming far needed a knack

But I was above the great ocean
Flapping my wings trying to
Reach the horizon of gold green
and yellow
Imagining then what I’d do