There once was a traveler
He wasn't so strong, witty, or smart
And truthfully, he didn't know very much about travelling.
He was quick to being astray, his paths weren't clear, and he was never very confident in his skills of direction.
So, you might ask, why bother being a traveler then?
As a young boy, he was never very popular.
He was teased relentlessly by his pears, bullied by his classmates, looked down on by his gender, mocked by the opposite, and belittled by his family.
He was truly lost.
No amount of life could deliver enough oxygen to fuel his will.
And slowly, his breath got slower and slower each day.
His mind, ready to accept his fate.