The wind goes in one direction
All at once
It moves against me
As I walk ahead
It pushes me backwards
Taking me to a different path
I am given a colorless road
Leading to paper mountains
A trophy of numbers
Lies at the top
The inglorious prize forces me
To pass by what I once thought was necessary
Sacrifice is a virtue
I move like the wind
In one direction
To a place full of paper people
All one shape
All one color