I'm suspended through the blue—
Drifting horizons,
Both arms tingling the liquid,
Not even closer to finish.

I'm suspended through the teal—
Beneath it's shallow,
Crystal clear,
Closer to near.

I'm suspended whilst the gentle waves,
Slowly putting me to my slumber,
I don't need your save so—
Let me enjoy this mild hinder.

I'm suspended through the tan,
As I felt the waves slowly faltered
Wish there's still more—
Rather than being washed ashore.