A river is led seaward and bended by its father's channel so deep in the valley

A river is led seaward and bended by its father's channel so deep in the valley

And I stretched my language to the edge of savoury, cursing the life that I've landed

And as I approach the age of thirty

Father, I'm closing in on you

I have come to appreciate, things have crystallised, we all have the same dispositions

Some people are straight and some are not

We all have potential within us

Some people are straight and some are not

We all have potential within us

Some people muster much more motivation

While others we languish frustrated

Some people muster much more motivation

While others we languish frustrated

And if I were to grab the arm of another, as they did rise to a position of status

Would it be the hanger or the hangee whom has achieved? And would to sell the story of a journey, although the journey be under someone else's steam, be reason enough to place oneself in an important position?

In short, I feel redeemed and empowered despite suffering my old constitutions

A river is led seaward and bended by its father's channel so deep in the valley

A river is led seaward and bended by its father's channel so deep in the valley