Standing atop a platform you face a large sea of black, Vans, studded belts, and sweaty 15 year olds. At the bow of the docked boat, you stand among the raging waves, and roaring of the sea. The waves are calm until the many suns beat down on your face. The man made suns shine on you from every angle. The bright suns and the distance are the only thing separating you from the sea, aside from the jagged rocks below. The rocks keep the tide from washing you away. As the suns shine brighter, the roars of the sea become loader, and the surfers come out to take advantage of the high tide. The surfers are carried along by the dancing waves, coming closer and closer to you with each attempt, but are almost always stopped by the rough and jagged rocks that surround your boat. Your lyrical words are echoed by the roaring of the sea. The roaring of the waves and the sound of them crashing on the rocks is no competition for your amplified speech. You jump into the rapid sea, similar to the surfers, but the rocks don't seem to harm you. You float among the waves like a sailboat, falling deep beneath the waves, you are drowning. The violent yet evidently envious waves drag you down. They come so close, you can taste the salt in your mouth. Once it's time to call it a night, you ascend from the waves, and proceed to the back of your boat. The waves are calm again, and head away from shore, getting more and more quiet as time progresses. Soon the waves are silent. A new boat brings a new sea, on a new dock, in a new city.