Deserted island, just me and the waves.
  Driftwood washing ashore, lies are no more.
Palm trees encircled all around the shore,
  Skull and crossbones adorn my lonesome home.

Nothing to do with my adequate time,
  But to build sand kingdoms and,
Watch them crumble with shifting tides.
  Oh, what a blight to be me!

Passing ships glide over starlight's gaze,
  Nothing but laughter from their crowded   decks.
The only friend I have is a coconut;
  To eat or to talk? A tough decision...