Being lost frightens us. Being alone, more still.
Trav’ling the beaten path, you’ll find neither.
Upon the beaten path there lies
a congregation of bandits.
Guard your priceless treasure!
If at a certain point you’re lost,
Let your anxiety subside.
Breathe gently in the summer air,
And in the forest wander.
What was once torn apart has been conjoined.
Two friends have been united!