"go alone if you want to go fast, carry people along if you want to go far," 
oh yes,
but what happens when you carry the wrong people along?
when you invite wolves disguised as sheep into your flock?
then the road gets blurry,
the journey? It becomes a lost cost
you keep getting stabbed in the back, you're surrounded by people, yet you still can't identify who it is, and even worse the one holding the knife checks up on you asking if you're okay.
You're not strong enough, you will eventually give up, 
but if you manage to keep going
you're predestined to arrive with a bleeding heart stabbed from your back.
and bountiful thoughts of regrets.