The Roads Are Angry

The roads are tired of seeing me walk,
They complain my feet use too much force,
The roads say they will bury my feet,
Tomorrow, I won't walk miles.

The roads are sick of hearing me talk,
They complain I speak a lot,
The roads say they will shut my mouth,
Tomorrow, I will say no word.

The roads are angry,
They complain my life is not worthy of me,
The roads say they will rob me my life,
Tonight I will pass.

©the_magic