Every Step

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?