Surfing the tides of life

Surfing the tides of life I'm still riding the waves duck diving my way through Or occasionally having to ask for a hand and toe in when I need to, Sometimes I'm amped and pop up and ride a perfect ten without any hassle, I can make it, I'm charging, it's as if I'm a natural, My eyes locked on that doggy door at the end of the barrel, Other times the water is chop and nothing but aggro, And honestly I end up bailing bro. The waves are out of my control, all I can master is the technique to ride them, How I pop up, my stance and how I manoeuvre within and around them, And that my friend is life in a clam shell. Sometimes you find a pearl and other times it's just an empty vessel.