(Sitting quietly at the back,
Of thoughts utter lack.)

Standing up, looking non stop,
Till the excitement is to much to crop.

I gaze into those deep blue pools,
two swords being used in duels

(Standing by the ledge.
Leaning over the edge.)

Tensioning as two waves collide,
concerns and doubts are all aside.

Sand is carried freely over the waves' surface.
While birds high above do a race.

(Putting one foot, then the other,
Slowly moving forth, no bother.)

The sea is no longer cool,
Drawing the ship into a whirlpool.

The waves lash out,
The sea being stout.

The water is reaching the mast,
It sinking into the sea at last.

(The sea grabs hold of me, drowning me,
I'm forever lost in the pools of the deep blue sea.)