An element of danger not for the meek.
Living for the moment I once did seek...
I surfed the waves when I was young,
White-crested demons I rode among.
Still hear their angry roar to this very day,
Feel their power and sharp sea-salt spray.
Sometimes you wipe-out, sometimes you win.
Those euphoric times riding one all the way in.
But the mystical Ninth Wave is the one I crave,
It'll sense hesitation and drag you to the grave.
Wave upon wave each mightier than the last,
Till last a ninth one its power unsurpassed.
So sharpen your wits if you dare ride upon one,
And bang your drum loudly for your life's begun.
