The boy is divided

Sabotaged from alignment

He was told it was right

Peter’s disbelief in clear sight

The boy is afraid, but with no lack of determination

Without any delay, setting out for Pax with motivation

In a place deserted, the fox waits alone

His hope diminishes, the fox waits alone

With patience preserved by faith, he continues to wait

Minutes become hours, Pax rests with a gloomy state

Enough is enough, waiting has grown grim

My boy won’t come, so I will find him