Path

My walk is steady, yours seems to stumble
Upon this ambiguous, unknown terrain
No marks to lead, no path to follow
Not much to lose, not much to gain

The morning breeze is sweet; it cools
The wear-worn creases of travelers' feet
We walk together, simply because
The turns of our journeys just happened to meet

But the heat grows stronger, like a test
Of determination upon this desert quest
I need to sit, I want to rest
But can't stop myself from going on

The treasure's somewhere; glistening gold
And gems; but secrets here lay buried, too
My unspoken fear makes sense to me;
I need to find it and dig it all up before you.

I dont think you're unworthy of trust
I just tend to be picky when guarding my own
Given the choices, together or sure,
I prefer going my way and being alone.