People assume it is about the catch, the prize. And, for some it is. But for me, it is so much

The oak had a song sung from its branches. A melody

When others see me, What do they really see? Is it what they want to see? Or is it me? Do they see misconceptions

If it hurts, If it brings misery, Why does it happen again and again? How can so much

Still feel alone? How, when I have friends, I have family. I have no right

So, you don’t drink? or smoke? So, you are better than them? You let them use you, and you take the fall for them,

I think I understand Why Adam took that bite. To throw away Eden, peace, love, God’s favor. Because, in the end,

This darkness in which I stand is void. I am alone with naught but my work… and naught but my thoughts. Though on occasion, he stands besi…

Alone I stand Pondering my arts the fruits of my labors. All is good and I lay down my bru… But there is a voice,

In a glen there stood an oak. A towering oak,

Give. Everything. All that I own, All that I have owned, and All that I will own. My love, past, and future

A simple question. A complex answer. Three letters which encapsulate everything we do.

Because of what I have done, these failures were just too much. This final fall with follow me Forever. There were no harsh words,