Frozen branches guard the roadside, Morning wrapped in steel-grey light. Traffic fades beyond the forest, Vanishing into the white. Snow keeps falling without asking. Smoke hangs low above the town. Every streetlight paints the silence On the empty sidewalks now. Cold horizons keep on calling, Through the snow and northern rain. Passing headlights split the darkness, Then they're gone again. Every road keeps moving forward. Every mile becomes the past. Still we're searching through the winter For a light that lasts. Harbor water barely breathing. Ice collects along the pier. Footsteps echo through the underpass. No one else is here. Apartment windows glow like embers. Curtains drift behind the glass. Engines disappear in distance... Another moment passed. Cold horizons keep on calling, Across the frozen city lights. Traffic flows like restless rivers Into endless night. Maybe every road remembers Every soul that wandered through. We keep walking... Northbound. Toward the light.
