sometimes
leaving the path
is very dangerous

forging a path
with your legs
comes at a price

too late we
finally managed
to reach our path

the frequent theft of
wooden signs drove them
to desperate measures

even without rain
we managed to get
our shoes wet

waking me up
by loudly proclaiming
how well they slept

who are those trees
thinking the forest
belongs to them

the map
reflects reality
perfectly

this path was
created with
stubbornness

reluctantly
we decided against
the shortcut