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 And if you're severed put yourself together There's no map to tell us where to go So place your mind in perfect weather Butterfingers holding on to hope Oh no you fell again You feel like this now your sun will pierce through the clouds