I was always a different one
Out of place with hair undone
Seeker of the fates unknown
Collector of dead rats and their bones
I loved the chill that made bones ache
The desert's sun that kills and bakes
I lay upon the mountain tops
In all kinds of weather and falling rocks
I hid in the forest where
none could see
Swam muddy waters of the Tennessee
I give thanks when none is due
For the seeing eye over all I do
I was never planning on staying long
The mindful plans knew that all along
So the plans of rats and man
Are far beyond us to understand