How?

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.