The seagull fly’s on a lonely sea
Far from others, farther from she
Soft strewn feathers matted in his bed
Now tangle thoughts mess with his head
Primal yearnings haunt his flight
No fish can delight his appetite
A mermaid on an eastern shore
Made his bashful, young, naive heart soar
The water reflects his westward path
A sinner running from the aftermath
Intentions pure trying to give not gain
False gods made sure his efforts were in vain