A night crazy parade of people along the streets of neon light
Currydogs

Here the river had cut a new channel through wholly different rock
It didn't feel like treachery it felt like open play
History repeats but never follows a straight line, he knew that.

But the drink was strong and Bobber sampled each until he found the sweet water.
Water gave strength, while the other drink rob your mind of its pain. Each fulfilling a promise, each pulling opposite the other, begging for you to choose.
Bobber chose water.