I Am a Beach Chair

I just wanted to rest, close my eyes, relax.
    So I became a beach chair.
    I sit on the beach and listen to the ocean waves.     
    Uh-oh, the waves are coming in, the tide is moving in.
    Could someone please move me?
    This is what happens when you have the consciousness of a human being but the mobility of a beach chair.
    Okay, I've learned my lesson, not every situation is perfect in life: being a human isn't perfect, but neither is being a beach chair, though it seemed such a carefree life to me.
    Make the best of whatever situation you are in, I say to myself as I am carried out to sea.