I ’m a happy hippy hobo ridin’ the rails of Zen.
Sundown don’t bother me none.
Idlin’ thru the night fidlin’ thru the day
telling stories of yesteryear.
Findin’ poems I wrote for tomorrow
Buried in the past
Someone maybe said
tomorrow’s vision’s just yesterday’s despair.

I dunno dunno dunno I just dunno no more

Remembering days of glory. . . .
but I better say better than
your everyday dog’s success.
Days of speaking/writing/singing
some times in the streets
but never in the Bored Rooms
where they makeup futures
bet on futures, never learn from the passed.
Just spilt milk over the goddamn.

I dunno dunno dunno I just dunno no more

Grandpa and Grandma sold their bottom land
Tule River running through it.
Army Chorus built a dam,
made a lake called it Success Lake.
As good as your every dog’s success
I guess.

I dunno dunno dunno I just dunno no more

Found this dude’s website with 52 shades of collapse.
Hard collapse, kindly collapse, Mad Max collapse,
trying hard not to collapse collapse.
Links to every once in a while honey chile’

But I do believe the dams done broke already
water’s running thru the streets
while the hills are all on fire.
The firefighters are all burnt out.
Need a stress management workshop.
Maybe mindfullness on the run.

Like I said, did ya tear it, hear it, can’t ya bear it

I dunno dunno dunno I just dunno no more