looking for some reasons

just like the way that albatross..

over the horizon,an ocean i saw it cross..

i've wondered through all my stride..

like a pauper dreamin of a princess bride..

had the bird ever thought,how far far it flies..

or did it believe,all the ocean's lies..

through the waves and the sun,and the nights and the wind..

through the line of ships,heard the sailors sing..

had it loved the flight,or it awaits the lands..

to close its wings,on some loving hands..

does it always end,or it goes on again..

has it been flying,since the world began..

then i realized,the bird had gone..

flew away,now the sun shone alone..

and i knew it then,that life,its called..

what know we not,we have to hold..

though i've seen some 80-odd seasons..

but m still looking for some reasons.......