Meditated

It's getting hard to climb up the ropes

I'm getting nowhere when I'm being pulled to the ground

And if it's easier to float than to swim

Well then I wouldn't have to plug my nose to dive in

When you feel the world crashing down on your shoulders

Breathing in and out prevents the white light from getting closer

If you're severed put yourself together

There's no map to tell us where to go

So place your mind in perfect weather

Butter fingers holding on to hope