A great poet once said that traveling the lone
Path was the true wonder, the only one worth it,
That companions did not matter even one bit,
For whoever had once wandered the trail unknown
Would become wise enough, enough to realize
That no matter the goal, the journey was the prize.
I, on the other hand, cannot agree with this;
It’s true the adventure far outworths the reward
And lone meandering can be akin to bliss
But what of the friendships that are born afterward?
What of those encounters that define you for life?
One may consider them as useless or as rife
However they make us who we are and become
Once we, all these trials, finally overcome.