Sometimes I feel like a seagull 

Hovering over the parking lot

I swirl around as if in a lull 

I came here for a reason but I forgot 

So I watch 

The people, the other seagulls, the traffic on the main street 

It sort of seems to me we’re all the same 

I wonder why we compete 

Even crumbs are precious 

All the discarded things are like my second guesses 

I love all the breadcrumbs 

Sometimes the lady from the restaurant leaves me some 

Maybe that’s the reason I come 

Or is it just to watch the regulars 

I can tell you who to expect on any given day of the week 

I can probably even tell you what these shoppers think 

Some move their hands a lot while they talk on the phone 

I like to listen in on their conversations 

I hover above it all, in my zone 

Some other seagulls speak often of the beach 

But somehow this parking lot has a way of putting my mind at ease 

To the coast I lost my brother 

For me, it seemed to lose its color 

So here, outside corporate America and fast food restaurants

I hover 

Some loathe our kind

But I don’t mind

Everything here is all I’ve got

So here I’ll stay

Flying over the parking lot