BACK ON THE RIVER ONE MORE TIME

I WOULD LIKE TO BE BACK ON THE RIVER AGAIN, IF ONLY FOR JUST ONE MORE TIME, AWAY FROM THE CONCRETE WORLD OF COMMERCE AND CIVIC AFFAIRS, AWAY FROM THE TRAFFIC LIGHTS AND BLANK STARES OF PASSERSBY MET ALONG THE SIDEWALKS, AWAY FROM THE SIRENS AND PANIC ATTACKS OF ANCHOR MEN AND WOMEN LYING TO MY CHILDREN TIME AND AGAIN, AWAY FROM THE LEAD-PAINTED TOYS SENT TO SABATOGE A GENERATION'S MIND AND BODY, AWAY, AWAY, BACK ON THE RIVER WHERE MY MIND TRAVELED AT ANOTHER TIME, BACK ON THE RIVER, DOWNSTREAM THIS TIME, BACK ON THE RIVER AND DOWN TO NEW ORLEANS BEFORE IT WAS SOMETHING IT BECAME MORE THAN WHAT IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN, MORE THAN WHAT IT WAS PLANNED TO BE...