Stillness in dark, dense forest
Light trickles through the canopy
Enough to cast shadows of utter black
In near blackness

Trees and roots form vague outlines
A maze of a path
Upon a maze for footfalls

I stumble my way
In a direction which seems
Forward

Progress slow
Or futile
I do not know

No matter
If futile
Step back
Seek another path

In this sense
All paths lead to the light
Failure is to remain complacent
In the darkness