It's a dense forest,
But people are seldom lost,
I know not the way,
I'm always the last,
The paths are like serpents,
Rocks and thorns, its servants,
I know I should walk,
I don't know where I must go,
They run and see a light I don't,
With every step I fall,
Now trapped in this forest,
I begin to think,
Are the trees too tall,
Or am I just too small,
Am I running too slow,
Or not moving at all?
