I went to the top of the hill
Asked the dancer
All she knew about love
She told me everything
I was too ******
Don't remember a thing
I asked the traveling waif,
She'd been married six times
She said,
"I'm the canary in the mine
I always believed
I always died"
The blind man told me
He didn't see a thing
The deaf man kept waving his fingers at me
The mute said nothing
I couldn't believe what I heard
I put on my hiking boots
I headed on down the road
Instead of a lamp
I had my heart on my sleeve
I talked to the cops
talked to the ******
I talked to the poets
I talked to the perpetually scared
Talked to those who took the dare
I looked everywhere
The message was clear
Acceptance
Taking care
That's all I ever really learned
I think that's something
I already knew
But then again
I haven't asked you.
Heading for the Sierras, be back next week