I was born into this ocean, just like you.
All treading water: only thing to do.
I swam and swam and swam, keeping my head held high.
Trying, trying, trying; trying not to die.
One day I look around,
Rescue will not be found.
I asked myself why:
Should I even try?
So I stopped.
Descending down deepened hue,
Surrounded by the ocean's blue.
And for a second I thought I might
Try swimming back, back to the light.
That when I realized, unlike my father,
I breathe better underwater!
Nov 12, 2025
Nov 12, 2025 at 3:33 PM UTC
I was born into this ocean, just like you.
All treading water: only thing to do.
I swam and swam and swam, keeping my head held high.
Trying, trying, trying; trying not to die.
One day I look around,
Rescue will not be found.
I asked myself why:
Should I even try?
So I stopped.
Descending down deepened hue,
Surrounded by the ocean's blue.
And for a second I thought I might
Try swimming back, back to the light.
That when I realized, unlike my father,
I breathe better underwater!