A week without color

and the roads stretch up in darkness
and i sit here in silence
and i watch as pale mists descend from mountains
and still darkness can only turn into grey
and the wheels kept on turning
and i continue to move with the wind
and the mountains sit unmoving
and i turn to sleep for rest
and the trees are cold from the rain
and they offer me no solace
and i am not supposed to blend in with them
and i turn to east for direction
and the moon only casts me its shadow
and silhouettes lose their way
and what a dear price this is to pay…