i guess satisfaction with survival
is kind of a strange concept
but admittedly i've been warming up to it
ever since my feet walked over pine trees
to climb absaroka mountain ranges

and now i watch bike wheels
spin over pavement while head phones
leak limp noodle notes into my brain
and i may not be able to eat a meal
more than once a day
and maybe i wonder how i'm going to
find my way home
but i'm still standing, i'm not dying
and good god is it nice to be alone