Do Something Hard

The doldrums come fast

But with a motor boat it doesn’t matter

Of course, that’s the problem.

I’m a sailor on a motorboat

How did I get on this motorboat?

Well it’s been a long time.

A long, long time.

And I have preferred fumes

And power.

And have forgotten

That it’s the winds

that are in my soul.

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