Emojis ride the breakers,
Crashing unto the neglected ebbs,
And sullen shores where,
Wrecks lie abandoned and wild.

Yet you dared the rapture,
Exploring shoals for a syllabus,
And inebriated stutters,
With youth and lips so mild.

Rocks do tell a story,
Outlets keep their lies.
Does nature not seem to
Beg the question why?
And how, did you ever find
Your way, upon this barren isle.