Standing on an island
Far from the city lights
Eating lots of coconuts
Taking little bites

Waiting to be saved
By a passing ship
Or a plane that’s overhead
I sure could use a lift

Fending off all predators
With a rock and stick
These are not just metaphors
I just can’t get a grip

I take walks through the jungle
Not sure of what I’ll find
Searching for some sustenance
To somehow stay alive

I’m not quite sure how I landed here
Or if I’ll ever leave
Just one man on an island
Equipped with all I need

However, lonely without companionship
That’s the thing I miss the most
Plus my friends and family
All while pinned along this coast

My days, they run together
My ways, they fall apart
On this land so desolate
It’s completely off the charts

My memories are all I have
There are those I choose to ignore
Was I sent here by design
Or did I wash ashore