I stop in my path,
By the roots of a tree.
I look up at the evil grin,
And hear laughter in the air.
I try to run away,
But cannot move a muscle.
The laughter increases,
I'm losing my mind.
My mind...
Mind your own business.
I pull the axe from my backpack,
And cut through the wood.
Leaves fall but I can walk free,
I'm back to my old roots again.