Last Wave by Scott Cuttre

Last Wave is about a promise. A promise I made with myself when I decided that this lifestyle, surfing, was one I wouldn't take for granted. I realized the struggles that would be presented, geographically lacking a wave enriched environment, which is not known to constitute progression. All time spent in the ocean would consist of maximum effort. The last wave of every session must promote progression or I must paddle back out and continue the session's search.

This ideology also is taken one step further, in Last Wave. Tempting fate, asking whomever, wondering, if this is the last wave of the session or the last wave I shall ever be blessed to of had during this journey. Unaware if this life that was spent chasing a dream, not only in surfing but during the harshness of life, was time well worth striving for. Pushing as hard as possible through my last turns as I have in life to be free of regret.

Last Wave

Without time for a lapse that could result in a fall

honed effort and focus for a moment I'll forever recall

An agreement with myself when I started this mission

I've stayed true to this pledge, refusing to back off tradition

To understand what it means, abiding by this rule

acts as pride within, allowing the deepest devotion to be fueled

Where I think this belief stems, is the stretch of ocean I come from

starving for a consistent platform, at times, making my spirit go numb

However the session has gone, this last try must stand out

for myself and those watching I can't leave the slightest of doubts

This credo goes deeper with all that's at stake

this possibly could be, the last ride to leave in my wake

If I'm blessed with my end to come during this final embrace

please let my rails and my fins act as footprints of a life to be traced

Nothing taken for granted, leaving my soul in this last culmination

the final act in a life's aspiration to leave more than a minor quotation

Still there needs to be joy in this one final battle

not only for the session, but to quiet this time's endless rattle

One must have lived lavish to feel entitled to this grand manifestationam I asking too much of my life's greatest sensation

By Scott Cuttre