Choice

We stand behind expecting others to lead us,
taking gifts before a promise is kept,
and we wonder why we have failed.
Walking backwards but expecting progress
to be carpeted in red.

Emotions internal knife twists without regard
for time's sweet taste, a hive's honey.
When did we become so careless?
Not lost in dark but blind in light
of our actions, without empathy.

See the honeycomb's pattern.
Not a step missed or a wing beat
paused. We have seen perfection in
its simplest form, yet message escapes us.