Oh grey or green

White lines flashing

A weight on a place you can’t lift

Awaiting for it to be lifted

a person in your life

Without being there

A pain very present

For something that is long gone

Colour fading

In a bright place

A sudden red light

Some colour

Some hope

Following the road

Is it the right way?

Or should I leave?

Is it wrong to believe?

or should it all stop

Do I take the next exit?

Do I fear the small rooms?

The shallow Heights

Do I grab that hand?

Do I go for the light?

Do I take this time?

Should I turn?

Where is Waze when you need it?

The road is still here

I’m still on the road

I will be here

Till the end of the road