Flow
Oh,
how I wish I could flow.
Then I could woe
‘em to and fro,
friend or foe,
although,
I’d have to forego
this plateau
I lie low
below.
Whoa.
Now that’s flow;
not some
dog and pony show.
And it sure isn’t
the status quo.
So,
now we know
that I can flow
from head to toe.
So,
turn off that
T.V. show;
get caught in the
under toe,
because you are
about to go,
and say hello,
to communication.
Forget civilization,
creation,
formation,
frustration
and obligation.
Here’s a formal
invitation,
to an,
information transformation;
a
celebration of relaxation,
if you will.
So just chill,
and be fulfilled.
A little mind play,
and we’ll all be O.K.
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