I don't know

I just don't know

where you'll hide when...

I can't say

just can't say

if that's what you'll do

All is strange

strange like pussy-willows

sprouting in corn-rows...

Who knows who or

what might whisper you wisdom

nourish your truth...

If it begins to sprinkle

on your way too lunch

perhaps you'll stop and...

But life doesn't operate that way

We are stranger than you think

and you're one of us, you know

I wish it were possible for me

to inform you of the miseries in life

before...

What wisdom can be passed on...

What truth can be found...

What do you think I've been...

Move on

move on to where your spirit leads you

and then...

Yes, it's strange

All's strange

like porcupines shaking tail-feathers to guide you