The trees show the path ahead,
a dull green blur on both sides.
The road’s a soft grey,
easy on the eyes, Alluring.

Background painted with pitch-black.
Silence is loud.
Leaving me alone with the base note of my heart, enough to keep me tinged.
The leaves whisper,
I’ve gone numb.

I wonder—
is this road the right one?
Or will it disappear like the others?

And even if it does,
does it matter?—
Don’t they all end in the same hole?