Albatross

Today I am an albatross soaring through the air,

Above an ocean of people flooded with despair,

Everyone seems lost and scrambling, searching for some meaning,

While I’m up here in the clouds, far from all their screaming,

There’s no need for air conditioning, with the ocean breeze upon my wings,

As I soar so high above reality, far from all the heated human things,

That made me want to kill myself and leave it all behind,

It is better to be an albatross, far away from humankind.