Yellow Road

I return to the darkness of the cold world and I find a sinking heart. Feelings atrophied wearily sleep, only horror had a gray face. Cal, Dirt, Human Life- I wonder how much does it cost? The man, like some programmed robot, moves without the thought of living pretends. I look around, look for something different, something bright, warm, good. Something, though symbolic, on the black background, yellow spot.