Give me six hours to chop down a tree and i will spend the first four gooning.

The tree won’t fall to random hits,
but gooning finds the perfect bits.
They swing their axe with aimless rage,
I goon in peace, then set the stage.

You chase the goal, but miss the flow.
A gooner knows just when to go.
With gooning first, i set the tone.
The final hit is mine alone.

I stare, i loop, i learn the tree
and then i chop it easily.
I don’t attack the wood with fear,
i goon untill the path is clear.

Some say to strike and never think,
but gooners pause and never sink.
They mock the time i goon alone.
Yet wonder how i break the stone.

Some train with force, some train with fire.
But gooners train with calm desire.
Four hours in, i know it well.
Then one clean hit, and down it fell.

Gooning first is not delay.
It’s how we master work and play.