Two men find themselves trapped in a wood
One was lost, the other stood
Twig snaps left, one turns around
The other has grown accustomed to that sound
The wind blows hard, but only one moves
The other seems only to be waiting for news
The wood is clammy, lonely, and harsh
For one, is torture, the other, a marsh
Thousands of acres of land and space
Have been uniquely interpreted, this place
One can think of it as a zero-sum game
Of one versus all, where nothing enthralls
One has yet to meet the other one
Who's a fan of win-win and makes light of the fun
These two men are both trapped in the wood
One is still lost, the other understood
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