Little One
I'm a lost little boy, forgotten
In a endless maze full of haze
To young to know which direction to go
Lost in this endless haze filled maze
To weak to travel on my own, for now
I will stem my tears and call for help
I wont venture again until I'm a man
Unprepared
A hiker in the woods
Ventures out on his own
He does not believe
He could perish alone
Just a week before, far beyond his realm
He set off on his own
to climb his first noted peak
He does not take anyone
to help him along, no
he ventures off onto his own
He takes not a map or a guide
to help him survive
He figures the mountains been sidelined
He being so young and so blind
He wishes and dreams of reaching the top
Yet prepared he is not
