Safe and sound and nearly drowned That's where I prefer to be Deep, deep down is where I must go As the storm picks up fast and I want slow
Nearly drowned is not fully drowned but instead a good thing Exasperating perhaps, exhausting for sure but yet I still breathe and sing This substance that I have sunk deep amongst to the stillness down below Is organic, power-infused, and passes, effortlessly, in and out of my nose.
I breathe and gaze upwards, up, up, up towards the choppy and hell-bent sea And as I sink lower, the importance of this egg-shell picks up it's bags and flees It's insignificance glows bright and I smile in the light, inhaling the rainbow of colors I am safe and sound, and although nearly drowned, I am much more alive than others.