Standing in

A forest

Ax in

Hand I

Wonder how

To chop

A tree

Stopping and

Listening I

Realize that

Somethings are

Simple and

Better being

What they

Are rather

Than what

I want

Them to

Be in

My selfish

Little world

We’re born

With ways

Left right

Boy girl

Then we

Learn things

Right wrong

Respect denial

Knowledge ignorance

Then we

Accept things

Love hate

Life death

What we

Don’t get

However is

Brutality power

Disgust cowardice

Those things

Shield us

From ourselves

Because we

Won’t accept

The others

It was

There that

I placed

My hat

And it

Was that

Which caught

My attention

It also

Was an

Error a

Misnomer and

A mirage

A fluke

And one

That didn’t

Know asked

Drilling down

Mining and

Up came

Answers I

Didn’t know

I had

And there

Then at

Last I

Saw myself

Understood and

Finally rested

Tell me

Bean why

Do we

When alone

And playing

Chess stop

To talk

Or remember

What has

Us decide

That we’d

Prefer to

Entertain each

Other than

Ourselves when

Did we

Cross that

Line and

Be more

Concerned about

The other