Interminable grey road
twin-lined with silver trees
shaking their leaves
like stars
lost under a new moon.
The sky above stone grey;
how could it ever have been blue?
Red heart by the side of the road;
no one picks up hitchhikers anymore.
It will wander off-trail
to freeze under the hail
the heavy clouds threaten.
What choice is there but to go on
down this never-ending grey road?