colour me in

standing in the open road
nothing left for miles
brushes in my hand
all colours, every style
waiting

but my heart wails
sound the slow sad strum
as the rain pours

a slow motion blur
washing away my canvas
no more open
no more road
a whirlpool of colours
muddying together

so I walk
the lines are gone
i colour everything
the way I want

except myself
I need your hand
all i've ever needed is your hand
to colour me in