Soul Power 4/24/16

Smooth Sailing down the River Nile,
me and MY!
river gods are no compare-aye-son!
SIR! It's nice to know you're here as well.
OF COURSE, you're always here; I've
known, I mean, I can, I will - 
oh, no confidence untoward, I promise
I'm no bore.
It's up to you - the withered hope of
distance on the chords
of throats, that's drowning in the moats
of Nords and resistance players:
Suave as next of kin, they'll never
win. But give their honor back, they will!
But, still. Is that enough, I guess it's 
no choice of mine but Up - the distance
we've been trained to go.
Where will I flourish? Where be my rodeo?
I'm not alone, but hardly special yet.
I'll whine and giggle, fight like Lafayette.
But what's my battle - what's my major cause?
Where will I take my stand - deMAND! applause?
I'll calm the sorrows, rub them on the neck.
I'll weep the willows, give them tissues, yet
where will I cry?
Where will I die? For I, am not immortal,
yet not without a quick -
-ness or less that'll get me through this shtick.
Please be curried forth of inter-depths.
Please add Palak Paneer to all this mess.
Please send my follow-flower;
​release the soul power.