SUSPENDOERS

does this me just hold my pants up
by unbroken branches 'n mud cake
where birds lived before i spooked 'em

i trail around a bit counter wise
looking for a new universe
paint a picture in the dirt of dirt

my maps are all lost pieces of me
leavin' fur around the fence post
or some old tree i don't know well

i wouldn't shake ya know 'cept hands
or find stranger things than another person
myself i s'pose younger than i am now'days

looks like i might be travelin' for awhile though
as long as this rock keeps curvin'
and my feet remember what they're made for.