From the shore
 I can see the sails
 But they never return to the bay
 And quietly, I wish
 Why can't it be me?
 
 This island is empty
 The sand is dead
 Nothing can grow
 Nothing can survive
 Why have I come here
 To this lost zone of sediments
 eroded from time?
 
 From the shore
 I can see their bodies
 Succumbed to hope
 Adrift within plain sight
 Below the unsetting dead sun
 And quietly, I wish
 Why can't it be me?