It sees no boundaries.
It knows only the smell of the air and
the taste of fresh fish
Its talons are only suitable for predation
so it wont be allowed to rest no matter how much it
desires this wish
eyes on the horizon hope is but
simple fuel as necessary as the winds lift
catastrophic are moments where it doubts that land
ever did exist
they weigh down its motivation
give pivotal movements un due stress
Its learns early to fly with negativity
is synonymous with crashing to its death
it cant afford to be down
depression is a risk
so its concentration centers on the
blueness of the ocean and the light
from a yellow disk
its salvation is the positivity in which
its mind drifts
The knowledge in that it will see
land and that it will rest
Doesnt matter how far away that is
the eagle will still persist
its was made to give the worst
its best
it believes in its survival the
heart of a conqueror lives in its chest
Looking forward to this plight being over
so it will be blessed to forget
it has no need to hang on to what might have happened
or what dangers its missed
it has a mate to attain and food to eat it
doesnt have time to guess
yes, simplicity in its purest
the beauty of this creature is
that It simply allows its self to live

Viewing the memories of its past as a dream
forgetting its desperate struggle as an Eagle At Sea