Swim in this peach water
That reminds him the pink lemonade he drank that warm summer
Then spilled on his rose gold scales
As clear as his lapis lazuli eyes
And dives in this cloudy journey
Well, if it welcomes irony
We wanna help him but he will be fine
Even if he is looking frail
Since this is his breathing haven
The glowing seashell trail is already woven
All cold colors and liquid life enlightens
Wagging his tail deeper to the shadows
Curtain of mysteries dissolve in these bellows
He keeps flapping his fins
For he is curious at these things
Or is he just frozen on the inside as he was on the outside?
His lazuli eyes lock on the prize
Voices pierce through him, "Do not take the risk or you will be a disk!"
The other says, "Go to the right!"
Founded no fears of height
Stumbles upon a cove of roes
By the current flows
He stops and his skin rosier
For it reminds him his woos
Somehow he is now ****** as his woes
This bubble bath myth
The ocean flowers shower him with grit
The sweet taste of evanescence
Waves follow as he just starts the reminiscence
When he is thrown to the rocky crystals,
His rainbow splashed blood dials
Injecting himself on them over and over reminds him that he is flawed
Oh, was he raw
Aurora beams tear the surface
Is this what he is looking for?
Now he is above shore
Moves but interlaced
Speaks through the hour
It is shining here but
Why does he want to return underneath there again?
Or does he not?
What is the prize
And will it suffice?
Hot as he is going to rot
In this melting ***
Will he be able to feel her again in this time clot?
As he is furloughed
Never reached the coral dolour