My cracked lips define the need to eat something salty or else collapse
At this point I am delusional and unaware of how much time has lapsed
The large blue panorama that defines my surrounding space
Expresses no sign of nutritious food in this deserted place
With an oceanic horizon and a clear blue sky
I think about how being stuck in isolation may be how I die
This once thought beautiful island appears detrimental
How can I live here when it lacks all the fundamentals?
Sea salt's not enough to satiate my starving stomach now
How I'd desperately long for...a... Taco to chow!
Oh the only thing I want is a taco, NOW.
If only the island had my favorite dish to bestow
With this fantasy in mind I walk aimlessly...
Ow! I scraped my leg, gosh what a sting!
Sadly, the pain reminds me of a lime squeeze,
the perfect way to give tacos a zing!
As I stare yonder at green shrubs near the wild game fields
I see luscious cilantro forests bedding seasoned chicken, what a meal...
No, the lack of people on this terrain was never my concern
For it's the crunchy goodness of tacos that makes me yearn.
...If I were deserted with a supply of tacos, I needn't ever worry
About learning to survive alone in constant hunger and misery
For securing such succulent meals would feed my motivation
And Only then I can approach a deserted island with determination