
Am I waiting to get older,
Maybe to get a little colder,
Am i waiting to get hot,
Maybe not.
I’ve started to walk,
There’s no point to talk,
Or to sing,
About a pointless thing,
That would make my ears ring.
Here I shall stop,
Beside the seashore,
Where the seas roar.
It gave me a shock,
When a wave crashed on a rock.
I walked to the rock,
But slipped and fell,
At that moment,
I did not feel well,
I fell into the icy -cold water,
I saw something move in the dark,
I hoped it wasn’t a shark.
A wave threw me back on land,
Onto some yellow sand.
Now I’m waiting,
Not to get old,
And I’m already cold.
The sun provides heat,
And I don’t want to eat.
Here I am,
Laying on the ground,
Looking around,
Waiting for something to happen.