the path

The path seems to be lost in the monstrous fogginess. But moving ahead at any cost is the only way to reclaim my place weakened by crossroads and let-down. Chances are missed and turned into a mess. Can they be that overbearing to drown me into another quagmire of nothingness? I look up at the overcast skies still unperturbed by the layers of lies… At least I can put up a smiling face!