laying here sweaty and unsleepy
ceiling fan blowing steamy twice heated air
a foot of snow would be nice right about now
the snow isn’t coming so I’m going
I’m going west young man to see the grandest canyon of them all
then, up to the mountains
up high in the sky where there’s beautiful pure snow
winding down while winding up through the mountains
and here I am
mild to wild in just a whisper
just me and the bears who are getting ready
to hibernate for the winter
I’d like to hibernate for a while too
but not during the winter, maybe the summer
here come some die hard skiers and trekkers
and who’s that coming up the trail?
some jeremiah johnson wannabe I suppose
there’s always somebody in the way
no matter where you go, no matter how remote
where’s an avalanche when you need one?
