A Short Word of Encouragement from Gor-Boe the Alien

Gor-boe the alien emerged from the lake Gave six arms a shake off a past mistake Thunderous voice bellowing "pineapples grow With a sponge below hooks under waves below Gor-boe approached me in the courtyard aside Traffic and tiles where I spoke with the sky Grumbling why so much sorrow my friend? Slumping in your stumble towards the end? So down, Julian, what is depressing you? Where do I put the flesh and glue? I raised a straight finger to above my eye Gor-boe addressed me with a concerned reply Saying "When you sing who's lungs do you fill? Who's perspective resonates in respect to skill Who hears first who's ears are most close? Surely thoughts spend most time with their hosts Not a single effect ever outweighs the cause And hesitation is wasted giving others pause In respect to art or false positive starts Products of when ideas and beginnings part