Adam Tell - Headway

Brick walls
Stumbling on a windfall
The bench is split, I’m losing it
Letting off steam
Stretching out the seams
The tension’s gone, I’m moving on

Dry land
Working with a fresh hand
The river flips, I’m jumping ship
Flooded ground
But I know I won’t drown
Head high, take to the sky

The path in front of me might make turns in sharp degrees
Lower the center of gravity
Don’t rub shoulders with a wave until it breaks
Move on, keep making headway

Neck deep
Standing on two feet
A runner’s lift, a wanderer’s drift
Break the skin
And mend it back again
A falling scar, a hard restart

Good fortune makes a fickle friend
Don’t get too familiar with rising trends
Stay the course, ride out the storm
And come out of the water reborn