Why did the chicken cross the road?
It did not.
There IS no other side.
Is there any place to hide
From the doubts of within
That makes our head spin?
I wish I could Pin-
Point that one voice from the din
That encourages me on
To the road of a new dawn.
Oh, what do I tell thee, mate? What do I tell thee?
I looked upon the follies of the world
And there was a lot I had to say.
Then I saw the world knowing them already,
And realized I needn’t have said it.
So what do I tell thee? What is it that I have to say?