I stand along this solitary sand

The sun rising at it's peak

Salty waves creeping upon the shoreline

Ninety-five days is the streak

Whimsic waters slither under my toes

The light shines upon my tan

I greet this lonesome island as my home

I am confined without man

My mind has kept me with good company 

With humor still fixed witty

The remote sea washed away my troubles

Of life in the lost city