Not even you can make me stray. This path I'm on is mine, and I like it here. I planted those gnarled trees when they were but seedlings. The mud you dislike so much feels heavenly between my toes, and the extra tall grass is my favorite place to take a nap. So, go back to your carefully mowed lawns and landscaped parking lots. The sky is blue between the leaves of my trees, and the stars spill their laughter into the bubbling brook. I like who I am. I like it here. Not even you can make me stray.