He's lost in the wilderness
This world taught him not to depend on others
He couldn't trust anyone
So he turned his back on everyone
He couldn't even trust the trees
Thought the leaves would abandon him
Cursed the breeze
Because it whispered through the hollow bark
His trust issues run deep like the underground spring he drank from
An even though it was fresh
He boiled it to get rid of any contaminated mess
Chose the life of solitude
Conclude that trust was just a ruse
To paranoid
Lead him to even mistrust himself