My war days are long past.
I'm not quick to beat drums.
I've neither king nor caste.
I've seen the winter come.

Fearful norms have no hold.
The law has lost its sway.
I've broken from the mold,
and turned a roving stray.

Crazy sages / role models:
those freed from conventions,
who can't stand for twaddle,
and shun all pretensions.