I talk to the waves,

As life washes on,

Bye and past me,

Further and further on.

I talk to the waves,

Telling them my miseries,

Oh what a pain it is,

To be no one else but me.

I talk to the waves,

Waltzing beyond their beaches,

Dancing for a crowd,

Of crabs and crustaceans.

I talk to the waves,

Gloating of conquests,

Well beyond my years,

But that's what I can do,

With maturity light years ahead of my peers.

I talk to the waves,

Of my hubris and dumb mistakes,

When I begged,

And cried my amazing guise,

More than a superman,

More than a god.

I talk to the waves,

When I'm battled and bruised,

Ridiculed and humbled,

And nothing more than a boy.

I talk to the waves,

Even when I'm dead.