Ocean - Part II

From the shore I can see the sails But they never return to the bay And quietly, I wish Why can't it be me? This island is empty The sand is dead Nothing can grow Nothing can survive Why have I come here To this lost zone of sediments eroded from time? From the shore I can see their bodies Succumbed to hope Adrift within plain sight Below the unsetting dead sun And quietly, I wish Why can't it be me?