Having washed my face in a frozen stream,
And having lived in guest rooms for the last 7 years,
And having just doubled in size, admitting animal loving,
I still
Must
Find
A way
How.
How do I live with the romance of the world?
How do I live with the romance: the lure of scenery?
How do I live with the romance of comfort and closed eyes?
How do I live with the romance?
And admit that this might be the world
Where I belong.
How?
I'll sing my song in a parking lot.