All or nothing truth or something.... What we search for is usually found on the floor. A discarded pair of jeans a few jelly beans. Smashing roaches taking coaches.... Singing a song about old Nantucket fuck it in a bucket. A dog barking to be let out A neighbor's kid in mid shout. A gypsy soul growing old. I wasn't raised this way you say hey look at yourself now wonder how when but is nothing but an ash in the ashtray. So you bought your stairway to heaven and you are riding in on the escalator..... up the down side through the downward spiral in through the out door what's it all for? It's for a while and you smile then you laugh.