Heading into the wilderness we do depart
Leaving behind our van
What do we hope we may find
Far from any man?

Perhaps we hike in search of inner peace
Or perhaps we simply hope to see a bear
Let us hope we can fulfill our hopes
It would be quite a letdown if all we saw were a hare

This question weighs heavier than our packs
Burdened not by food and gear, but by fear
If we fail to satiate our desires
What more can we do than simply shed a tear?

However, once the simple pattern is reached
Of the consistent padding of feet on trail,
Worries seem to melt like wax from a candle
Far from life’s pressing issues, such as what’s on sale

7 miles in is the point of exhaustion
Where further than the shadows of the sun, our breaks stretch beyond
Weary and tired we collapse onto the uneven ground
With our only remaining wish to dip into a pond

Yet our worries and fears were left behind
Just behind that moose by the bend
For with only open trail to distress
We’ve found this distress serves only to mend