Let The River Decide | "Force breaks the edges..."

I grew up watching a river cut its name into the land.

Never loud, never asking, just moving how it can.

It learned the shape of patience from every stone it passed.

Nothing rushed. Nothing waited. Nothing tried to hold the past.

I don’t need a sign or signal. I don’t need a perfect plan.

If something’s meant to meet me, it will know where I am.

Let the river decide.

Let it carry what it will. I won’t fight the current anymore,

I’ve learned the strength of still. Some things stay. Some things slide.

Some truths don’t need a side. I let the river decide.

I’ve been wrong like shallow water, clear but easy to misread.

I’ve been deep where no one noticed what it took to just be me.

Every scar I tried to dam up found a way around my hands.

Turns out force just breaks the edges flow is how things understand.

You can build your walls of reason. You can beg the bend to stay.

But every answer finds its shape when you get out of the way.

Let the river decide. Let it take, let it give.

I don’t need to own the ending to know how I should live.

If it’s real, it won’t collide. If it’s mine, it won’t divide.

I let the river decide.

Some paths look lost from the surface. Some turns just feel unkind.

But water never doubts the mountain it learns it over time.

Let the river decide. I release what I can’t steer.

Every mile it keeps its promise by refusing fear.

No grip. No pride. No disguise. Just motion, clean and wide.

I let the river decide.

I stopped asking where it’s going. I started trusting how it moves.