Who do you trust?
Who has your back when the chips are down?
A few, a handful by luck.
Who of them shares your foggy path?
Who walks the trail that’s barely there,
headed for Something Else?
If any, count yourself blessed.
If none, you must find them on the path,
shrouded & fumbling, most elusive.
This is the hardest task.
This is the task most necessary.
For you will never pierce the smog