The ocean flowed in the breeze
I could feel the waves as they pushed
My fingers began to freeze
It was cold, sharp as a thorn bush.

I was lost on an island.
I couldn't see a boat.
And I thought I could find them
So I created a note.

"Farewell my good friends.
Enjoy those fun days.
But this is where my fun ends
Continue to be full of craze."