long long long time ago in ah
far far away of ah place where
it had a name that was hard for
outsiders to pronounce lived a
monk that was taught in the
arts of war and arts of peace
love and respect he was always
kind and humble to who ever he
met but mostly stuck to his
works and still learning self mastery

Ah he say your always still learning
for your not truly a master of anything till afterlife for you see
you cant take what you got with you
but people will say ah that he was ah master at such things so he knew if he tried hard people one day would say that be the greatest master of all

so he took all work and no play serious till his last day was his way
since he wanted to be master of all he soon turned grey ah wise old man now he say looking back in his mirror laughing since all serious and no play master of insane be his way for to much serious is stressful like pinched nerves that never go away for you see he cares for what people think and say after he goes away now coming to realization he twirled his beard and must unlearn his way so he may be in peace when sleeps the night away but no easy task he knew so he started small one change a day till two till three till his days were never the same but diffrent cherished moments took place every one diffrent from the last for you see we must work and earn our way instead of being stuck in place doing over and over again thus the day broke.


© Brandon Earl Byrum