The man

The lonely wanderer do they call me
the shadow creeping from camp to camp
a man who doesn't care for anybody
unless you're a deer or maybe a bat

A human castaway
dumped by society
thrown away by it's kin
a lonely wolf they say
a sorrowful man

They pity him
and think he only wants a friend
someone to care for him
and help him get his life back

For who would choose such a life
living with bears and rabbits
always wandering over mountains and streams
washing in the nearest creek
sleeping under the stars

He looks at them as he takes a break
viewing from the nearest hill
looking at them rushing around
doing there trivial things
and thinks
who wouldn't?