THE AXE WAS NOT MINE

 I want to set myself afloat on a stream for I feel as if a dead leaf struck down by the wind from the oak tree. The dead leaf can still tell you of the tree it fell from but where did I come from? I have floated away so far downstream. No, I don't think I'm that dead leaf, I'm a decomposing log, I axed myself off from the tree. I do not feel entirely terrible about it. The axe was not mine. Was it not inevitable? Do I shirk responsibility? Is this not what I exactly wanted? Have I not lost everything? Am I free now?