Just a mere vagabond I call myself
Every stream I reside into changes current in my fall
There are no parts to me
I'm just around, everywhere 
And someone to me somewhere
Often I wonder when I'll flow in the same stream again?
And as I get lost in the one I'm in 
I'll be running to another creek yet again
Cloistered I am yet I choose where I move
Oh such a *******!
Who laments but seldom improves
Strongest they call me 
For they know one day I'll swallow them too
Wise I call myself too 
Though I know I'm a fool
Who feigns death under the thunderstorm 
But saves the selfish believing no blade of theirs can dare cut me.