The Coxswain

Rendition from the third degree, writers lost in euphoric decrees blocked, what's happening to me lost in the "I don't knows" the articles such as A, The, Thou & prepositions. What next?, Where does the story flow? a daunting task Nobody knows as if Tony Rich & Babyface were writing songs in my head Just breath let it flow. Know! You're more than capable of rowing your own canoe, don’t sit there waiting for a mermaid to rescue you. Row, row, row, get to shore, let the story be told that the ships coming from the old country bearing gold carry a disease don't be hoodwinked by the American dream if it's going to break up our communities YOU hold the power, the oar and command the molecules of water & ink. Let it flow