THE SEA, THE SEA

Oh, the sea, the stormy sea,
You know my misery.
So very old and very wise,
Compared to stupid me.

You are my only friend because,
A jerk I'll always be.
And yet you've never said a word,
So I remain angsty.

You're wavy and you're green or blue,
And sailors feel the same.
They hurl and mope around depressed,
Though it is just a game.

This game called life is only that,
Just play it 'til you're dead.
And now I feel depressed that I might,
Shoot me in the head.